Skip to main content

Full text of "The Argonaut"

See other formats


Form 64-5M— 3-22-10 



The Argonaut. 



January 1 to June 30, 1911 


Abraham Ruef, 145. 

Abraham Ruef in the Last Ditch, 130. 

A Compliment — and Some History, 66. 

Mr. Robert Balfour. 
Administration Financiering, 354. 
After Fifty Years, 385. 
Airship as a Military Adjunct, The, 33. 
Alden Anderson and the Shasta Dank, 243. 
Amazing Inconsistency, An, 50. 

Mr. Fletcher's Criticism of the Interior De- 
Amazing Forecast, An, 98. 

Prophecies as to Isthmian Canal. 
American Women, Coronations, and Courts, 370. 
Another Manufactory Shuts Up Shop, 241. 

San Jose woolen mills. 
Appeal and a Challenge, An, 49. 

Mr. William L. Gerstle's Address on Labor 
Arc Americans Deteriorating? 18. 
"Armament Syndicates and War Scares," 257. 
Arizona Constitution, The, 99. 
Assault on Portland, An, 225. 
At the Presidio Gate, 226. 
Bad Political Job, A, 67. 

Mr. Alden Anderson. 
Beauty and the Beast, 402. 

Civilization and vulgarity. 
Before and After, 51. 

Mr. Johnson as Governor. 
Brag and the Performance, The. 50. 

Governor Johnson. 
Bringing Government "Close to the People," 129. 

Under Governor Johnson. 
British Budget, The, 241. 370. 
By an Open Grave, 1. 

California Weekly. 
Camorra in Naples, The, 179. 
Canadian Reciprocity, SI. 
Case of Captain Pearv, The, 34. 
"Child of the New Childhood. The," 290. 
China and Mexico, 401. 
Chivalry from New Orleans, 81. 
Clergymen, Doctors, and Cribs, 306. 
Closed Shop Within a Closed Shop, 113. 
Clubs, Candidates, and Blackballs, 337. 
Co-Education and the Conventions, 162. 
Colonel's Campaign, The, 163. 
Coming Race, The, 3S6. 
Coming Special Session, The, 177. 
Concerning a "Childless Age," 35. 
Concession and Change in Mexico, 210. 
Congress and the Tariff, 2. 
Conscientious Journalism, 114. 

Anniversaries of New York Tribune and Port- 
land Oregonian. 
Curious Criminal Trial, A, 305. 

Camorra trial. 
Dangers of Aviation, The, 3. 
Deft Hand of Unionism, The, 129. 
Degenerate, and Why? 97. 

San Francisco police force. 
Dismissal of Judge Slack, The, 34. 
Democrats and Canadian Reciprocity, 163. 
Devil's Advocate, A, 354. 

Mr. Roosevelt for War. 
Direct Mel*i - By All Means, The, 147. 

Mea efore the California legislature. 

Doctors .lanchuria. The, 243. 

I);-. A 177. 

Dr. 1 Retirement, 242. 

!>r. Wood row Wilson, 337. 
Dynamite Cases, The, 289. 
Eastern Segregation Problem, An, 50. 

The Negro Question in Flushing, Long Island. 
Eight Hours for Women, 355. 
Example and an Inspiration. An, 67. 

Labor question at Seattle fair. 
Excellent Choice, An, 225. 

Mr. Moore as president nf the exposition. 
Ex-Governor Gillett, 2. 
Exposition Site, The, 115. 
Extravagance in Government, 35. 
Failure of the School, The. S3. 
Fresno and Hyde Park, 146. 

Industrial Workers of the World. 
For a City Beautiful, 209. 
Getting Things "Close to the People," [9, 

Governor Johnson. 
Governor and His Plans, The, 33. 
Go to the Ant, 290. 

Argentine ant. 
Government by Law or Government by Men — 
Which? 65. 

California state politics. 
Governor Johnson, 1. 
Graft Inquiry, The, 321. 
Grand Jury and the Courts, The, 339. 
Great Prayer, A, 82. 

For the California Assembly. 
TT.-irem Skirt at Sacramento. The, 147. 
Hctch Hetchy Title, The, 321. 
Home Rule for Ireland, 146. 
Incoming Citizens and Insurrectos. 307. 
In Praise of the Harem Skirt, 163. 
Inside the Trades Unions, 18. 
Is War a "Science"? 338. 
Japan and America. 225. 
Judges' drafts on the Treasury, 307. 
Judiciary Recall. The, 321. 
Justice for Gou.pers, 353. 
Kicking Under the Reform Blanket, 99. 

The case of Jud^e Works's election. 
Labor Supply and an Old Issue, The, 226. 
Labor L'nions and Coercion, 35. 
Large School and the Small One, The. 146. 

Legislature, The, 195. 
Man of Peace, A, 226. 

Mr. Roosevelt. 
Madero and His Merry Men, 305. 
Mark Twain on Roosevelt, 83. 
Mayoralties and Popularity, 322. 
Mayoralty, The, 257. 
Mayor, Police, and Public, 353. 
Mayor's Defense, The, 369. 
Men and Women in Armies, 226. 
Mexico, 161. 

Mexico and Her Troubles, 258. 
Monroe Doctrine, The, 194. 
More Trouble in China, 289. 
Moroccan Situation, The, 386. 
Mr. Bryan's Counsel, 19. 
Mr. Carnegie's Newest Bestowal, 17. 
Mr. Roosevelt, 193. 

Mr. Roosevelt and General Otis, 402. 
"New Devices" in Practice, The, 98. 

Political situations. 
New French Cabinet, The, 178. 
New Mexico, The, 369. 
New "Steam-Roller," The, 161. 

Governor Johnson's schemes. 
New Tax Rate, The, 385. 
Next V ice-President, The, 385. 
O'Keefe and Hawaii, 2. 
Policeman and the Gambler, The, 82. 
Preserving the Park, 65. 

Central Park, New York. 
Old Congress and the New, The, 145. 
Our Ex-Presidents, 147. 
Our Pacific Islands and Japan. 177. 
Patriotic and Timely Words, 195. 

Seattle reception to ex-Secretary Ballinger. 
Object Lesson at Berkeley, An, 209. 

Socialistic mayor. 
Ortie McManigal's Story, 257. 
Peers and People, 130. 

British politics. 
Plea to the President, A, 401. 

Mr. Roosevelt's ambition. 
Police Situation, The, 401. 
Portugal Unionized, 129. 
Portuguese Election, A, 403. 
President and the Senate, The, 369. 
Recall in Arizona, The, 371. 
Recall of the Judges, The, 81. 
"Reform Run Mad," 114. 

The recall. 
Resurgam, 18. 

Mrs. Eddy. 
Revised Decalogue, A, 339. 
Risdon Iron Works, The, 305. 
Rival Police Chiefs, 386. 
Rival Professors, The, 211. 
Roosevelt as a Stalking-Horse, 114. 
Roosevelt's Campaign Tour, 241. 
Rump Victory and a New Boss, A, 17. 

Election of Mr. John D. Works. 
Russia and China, 210. 
San Francisco's Bond Offerings, 258. 
San Francisco Gets the Fair, 65. 
Seattle Scores Against San Francisco, 2. 
Senate and Reciprocity, The, 289. 
Senator Lodge on the "New Devices," 49. 
Shakespearean Verisimilitude, 370. 
"Shearwater" Incident and the Monroe Doctrine, 

The, 242. 
Sifting and Coloring the News, 178. 
Sir William Gilbert, 387. 
Situation in Mexico, The, 353. 
Slow to Learn, 211. 
Socialism and Sentiment, 387. 
Special Session, The, 210. 

Sixty-Second Congress. 
"Speeding Up" the Workman, 34. 
State Insurance in England, 338. 
Steam Roller at Sacramento, 131. 
Struggle in England, The, 113. 
Tariff Bills, The, 337. 
Task Before Us, The, 97. 

The fair. 
Temple of Janus, The, 82. 

European conditions. 
Time to Get Busy, 130. 

The fair. 
"To a Frazzle," 66. 

Republican organization of New York state. 
Trouble in Morocco, The, 322. 
Trying Plavs on Dogs, Koyal and Rural, 291. 
United States and Mexico,' The. 17S. 
What of the Supreme Court? 354. 

Standard Oil case. 
Where Governor Dix Failed, 211. 
William Keith, 242. 
Will of the People, The, 226. 

Governor Johnson's' political schemes. 
Will San Francisco Get the Fair? 51. 


Abraham Ruef, 179. 

Affairs in Mexico, 3. 

Airships to End Warfare, 371. 

Americans on Mexican Border, 179. 

Beauchamp Clark and Tariff. 19. 

Candidates for Next Mayoralty, 243. 

Cardinal Gibbons for Peace, 323. 

Case of Young Repsold, 35. 

Cause of Delay Over Fair Site, 387. 

Children's Hospital, 291. 

China and Japan, 35. 

Colored Students at Cornell, 259. 

Congressional Record, 323. 

Colonel j. P. Wisser May Clnsc Presidio, 355 

Colonel T. W. Higginson, 355. 

Cotton Mill in Oakland Closes, 339. 

Count von Reventlow, 387. 

Criticism of Stanford University, 3. 

Custom-House Inspection, 179. 

Dismissal of Judge Slack from Board of Regents 
of State University, 51. 

Disrespect of Wishes of the Dead, 115. 

Dr. Jordan and the Ross Incident, 51. 

Eight-Hour Law, 403. 

Election of Mr. Works, The, 83. 

Electricity in Dwelling Houses, 179. 

Employer and Employee, 147. 

French Government and Strikes, 3. 

General Sutter, 355. 

Governor Dix of New York, 3. 

Governor Johnson and Unionism, 179. 

Governor Johnson Discusses Recall, 83. 

High Buildings, 3. 

Holidays in San Francisco, 115. 

Hospital at Ingleside, 355. 

Inconsistencies in Reforms, 403. 

James A. Patten, 291. 

Japanese Mode of Correcting Children, 291. 

John D. Rockefeller's Latest Gift, 3. 

Kaiser as Historian, The, 3. 

King. George's Alleged Morganatic Marriage, 67. 

Lake Eleanor and Hetch Hetchy, 131. 

Late Senator Elkins, The. 51. 

Length of Speeches in Congress, 371. 

Lord Dunraven and Home Rule, 179. 

Mayor McCarthy's Views, 339. 

Milwaukee's Socialist Mayor, 243. 

Mr. Bryan Not a Candidate, 371. 

Mr. Fisher Succeeds Secretary Ballinger, 147. 

Mr. Roosevelt and Fort Worth, 115. 

Mr. Roosevelt and War, 371. 

Mr. Roosevelt Denounces Recall, 179. 

New Appointments at Sacramento, 227. 

New Census, The, 35. 

New Treaty with Japan, 131. 

Office of President's Secretary, The, 67. 

Old Portsmouth, The, 131. 

Oregon State School of Agriculture, 151. 

Peace in Mexico, 323. 

President Taft's Reciprocity Speech at Chicago, 

President Taft Urges Fortification of Isthmian 
Canal, 35. 

Problems Before Assembly of Presbyterian 
Church, 339. 

Proposed Increase of Number of Superior Judges, 

Pullman College Outrage, 227. 

Recall, The, 291. 

Revivals in Oregon, 83. 

Revolt in Wine District in France, 243. 

Revolutions, 19. 

Selection of Fair Site, 151. 

Senator Bailey of Texas, 147. 

Senator Bourne's Speech, 151. 

Senator Cummins for Taft, 387. 

Silverware for Warship Utah, 371. 

Socialism in Berkeley and Oakland, 259. 

Trial of Banker Robin, The, S3. 

Unionism at Oporto, 355. 

"Upper Berth, The," 355. 

Washington and Jefferson College Refuses Be- 
quest, 3. 

West Virginia's Debt, 179. 

Who Is to Be Director-General of the Fair? 151. 

Women Voters in Washington, 19. 


Abdul Hanrid, 20. 

Address of Senator Henry Cabot Lodge. 52. 

Age Pensions in England, 164. 

American Art, 36. 

American Music, 36. 

Americans Immune from Alpine Accidents, 30$. 

American Squadron to Visit the Baltic, 308. 

Anarchist Sentiments in Japan, 388. 

Ancestry of George Washington, 4. 

Ancient Town of Dunwich, The, 260. 

Anti-Semitic Feeling in Eastern Europe, 340. 

Appointment of Cardinals, The, 1 16. 

Art Criticism, 52. 

Australia Discovered by Amerigo Vespucci, 100. 

Begum of Bhopal, The, 356. 

Bertillon Registration of Alt Residents in Paris, 

British Blue Book Dutiable. 148. 

Camorra and the Mafia, The, 260. 

Captain Scott Meets Captain Amundsen. 3 -111. 

Catholic Prohibition of Cremation, 260. 

Cause of Earthquakes, 68. 

Centenary Anniversaries, 4. 

Ceremony of Maundy Thursday, 292. 

Chi hi Suicides in Europe. 308. 

Chinese Government to Extirpate Opium-G rowing. 
The, 324. 

City of Winchester, The, 4. 

Color Problem in South Africa. l f >6. 

Compulsory Military Training in Australia, 404. 

Concerning the Evil Eye, etc., 404. 

Contemporary Caricature of the Drocshotit Pur- 
trait of Shakespeare, 164. 

Conversion of the Mohammedans, 308. 

Coronation of New King of Siam, 4. 

Crime of Attempted Suicide, The. 164. 

Criminal Tastes in Literature, 292. 

Crown Prince of Germany. The, 22S. 

Cruelty to Prisoners in Russia, 228. 

Czarina, The, 100. 

Daily International Newspaper. A, 404. 

Dauphin, The, 84. 

Daylight Saving Bill, 356. 

Dearth of Great Men, 84. 

Death of Antonio Fogazzaro, 164. 

Death of Li-Lien-Ying, 372. 

Destruction of Alleged Pests, 260. 

Detecting Human Bloodstains, 148. 

Diminution of Population in Scotland, 340. 

Discord in France, 356. 

Discord in the Royal Household of Spain, S4. 

Discovery of Ancient Coins in England, 292. 

Dom Miguel of Braganza, 100. 

Dramatic Profession and the Public in Fr 

The, 260. 
Dr. Arthur J. Evans, Archaeologist, 36. 
Dr. Flinders Petrie's New Book, 356. 
Dr. George Hempl, 36. 

"Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes," a transla- 
tion, 196. 
Dr. Sun Yat Sen in British Columbia. 132. 
Empress Eugenie, The, 340. 
English Divorce Commission, 20. 
English Journalist's Impression of America, An, 4. 
English Suffragettes and the Census Returns, 2JS. 
European Criminal Courts, 244. 
Excessive Inheritance Tax, 308. 
Ex-King Manuel, 68. 
Exploration Party to Jerusalem, 356. 
Fall of Premier Stolypin, The, 212. 
Feminist Movement in France, 372. 
First Woman Member in the Norwegian Storthing, 

The, 212. 
France's Guardianship of Prodigal Sons. 164. 
French Foreign Legion, The, 212. 
Foreign Labor Statistics, 84. 
Formula for Longevity, 100. 
Four New Names Added to French Academv nf 

Immortals, 180. 
Genuine Native Play in Calcutta, 372. 
German Emperor as Author and Composer, 388. 
German Emperor to Pardon English Spies, 372. 
German Imprisonment of English Spies, 36. 
German Officers and Turkish Soldiers, 260. 
German Scheme of State Pension, The, 212. 
German Socialist and the Reichstag, 260. 
George Bernard Shaw's Agitation for National 

Theatre, 180. 
Governor-Genei alship of Canada, 68. 
Grave of Princess Pauline of Orange-Nassau. 308. 
"He Is Risen Again," by Charles Morice, 164. 
Henri Bernstein's New Play, 148. 
Henry Arthur Jones, 4. 
Henry Vtgnaud's Volume on "The Discoverer nf 

America," 212. 
Hitherto Unpublished Novel by Balzac, A, 196. 
Home Rule, 68. 

Human Animosity Against tl- Criminal, 100. 
Income of Exiled Portugue: Royal Family, 116. 
Income Tax in France, 260. 
Increase in Child Criminality, 372. 
Increase of Crime in England, 116. 
Information about Cancer, 292. 
International Plague Conference in China, 308. 
International Spy, The, 292. 
Itinerancy of Crown Prince of Germany, 84. 
Japanese Navy, The, 260. 
Jury Service at the Camorra Trial, 196. 
King Otto of Bavaria. 324. 
King's Speech at Opening of British Parliament. 

The, 132. 
Kneipp Cure, The, 132. 
Large Families League in France, 324. 
Leaders in Mexican Rebellion, 132. 
"Life of Mrs. Craigie" (John Oliver Hobbes), 212. 
Life upon Other Planets, 68. 
Love of Home, 52. 
Marriage Among Aviators, S4. 
Mary Anderson Collaborates with Robert S. 

Hichens, 244. 
Medical Value of the Cat, 340. 
Miracle of San Gennaro, 324. 
Missionaries in China, 244. 
Missionaries in India, 38S. 
M. Jaures Plans for a Socialist State, 308. 
Model of Ancient Rome. A, 372. 
Monarchy in Germany, 324. 
Mormon Missionaries in England. 196, 324. 
Mosque nf Oil ■ Ransacked, 324. 
Mount Yesu-. ■ 

Mr. H. G. Wells -V itc ' 

"Napoleon and 

drews, 116. 
National Theatre in Tolrio, 
Neon. 116. 

New Bill in the German Reic 
New Color Problem in South 
New Congressional Districts, 36*. 
New Laws in France. 20. 
New Pension Law in France, 356. 
New Regime in Turkev, 1 16. 
Official Guide at British Museum. 340. 
Old Almanac Preferred in Shetland, ISO. 
Parliamentary Franchise, 148. 
Persons Benefited by War. 228. 
Pituitary Body, The, 196. 
Places in Europe Where the Plague Bacillus 

Exists, 14S. 
Plague in Manchuria and India. 244. 
Police of Paris to Be Provided with Revolvers, 

Political Liberty Demands a Long Apprenticeship. 

Popular Operas. 84. 
Power of Vision Possessed by Savage Peoples. 

Primrose Dav. 324. 
Prince Ching, 372. 
Prince Ching Once More in Trnuhl 
Priz-.- Fighting and Boxing I St. 

Petersburg, 196. 


Professor Henry Osborn of Columbia, 20. 

Prohibition of Airship Flights Over Certain Areas 
in England, 388. 

Queen Elizabeth, 212. 

Queen Victoria and Mr. Alfred Dickens, 132. 

Race Suicide in Europe, 68. 

Radical Section of the Young Turk Party, 388. 

Radium in Medical Practice, 180. 

Rats as Food, 180. 

Reformed Turkey, 292. _ 

Recent Discovery of Ancient Coins in England, 

Recent Revolt in Canton and Queues, 388. 

Recent Indisposition of the Pope, 404. 

Relief of the English Poor, 196. 

Revolt of French Wine Growers, 100. 

Russian and English Police Compared, S4. 

Russian Exiles, 404. 

Russian Governor and the "Kreutzer Sonata, 
The, 132. 

Russian Police, The, 372. 

Russia's Treatment of Jews, 116. 

Sale at National Academy of Design in New 
York, 36. 

Sale of Fox's "Book of Martyrs," 388. 

Sale of Lady Meux's Possessions, 340. 

Samaria Excavations, 164. 

Searching for the Wreck of the Fiorencia, 404. 

Sefior Figueroa Alcorte, 196. 

Shakespearean Theatre in London, 148. 

Sir Francis Gallon, 100. 

Sir William Gilbert's First Introduction to Sir 

Arthur Sullivan, 404. 
Skeleton Found in the Thames Valley, 164. 
Smallest Independent States in Europe, 68. 
Speaker of the English House of Commons, 244. 
Status of the European Restaurant, 404. 
Suicide in Germany, 180. 
Suppression of Immoral Literature in England, 

Swiss Guard of the Vatican, 148. 
Switzerland Census, 132. 
Taking of British Census, The, 308. 
Temple Bar, 68, 
Tercentenary of Authorized Version of the Bible, 

Treasure of the Empress of China, 292. 
Trial of Socialists in Japan, 132. 
Teaching of Civics in German Public Schools, 228. 
Theory of "Microscopic Germs" Refuted, 228. 
Tolstoy and Fogazzaro Compared, 388. 
Traces of Mythical Atlantis Found, 116. 
Vaccination, 68. 

Violence in Wine Districts of France, 292. 
War Aeroplanes, 244. 
Wars in Europe, 52. 
Was Shakespeare a Catholic, 404. 
Weighing the King Against Masses of Gold and 

Silver, 244. 
What the Chinaman Thinks of While Men, 196. 
When Carlyle Met Darwin, 148. 
Wolf, The, 180. 
Women Police Officers in Berlin and Dusseldorf, 

Woman Suffrage in Iceland, 292. 


Nevada, by Alfred Holman, 307. 

Letters to the Editor — 

Again, After Another View — Jeannie Lyon, 

Appreciative Republican, An — John Wilson, 

Armament Syndicates and War Scares — David 

Starr Jordan, 259. 
Concerning "College Ilooillumism" — Almon E. 

Roth, 259. 
Corrected Poem, A— O. Paget, 292. 
Doesn't Like American Humor — W. Robinson, 

Do Not Stop — George H. Fairchild, 151. 
Entertaining Cosmos, An — J. M. Patton, 387. 
Exposition, The — James B. McGovern, 323. 
First Business Manager of the Argonaut Likes 

Its "Vim," The— A. P. Stanton, 292. 
For Clean Plays — Howard V. Sutherland, 4. 
For Disinterested Effort — An Outsider, 151. 
For Thirty Years— J. F. More, 4. 
From a Well Wisher — J. Ermerins, 4. 
Japan and America — Henry P. Bowie, 228. 
Keep the Park Clean — Mrs. Mary Gilman, 

More Freak Education — George S. Bincklev, 

No Low Tariff — Thomas Nelson, 4. 
Note from Professor Thacher — Edward S. 

Thacher, 197. 
Peace and War Armament — David Starr Jor- 
dan, 403. 
"Punch, Brothers'* — J. H. Morse, 355. 
Spare Golden Gate Park — Jeannie Lyon, 133. 
Sustaining National Rights — J. Dolores Sala- 

verria, 4. 
Striking Japanese Orderly in Hawaii — R. 

Renton Hind, 387. 
Stockton Reader Asks about Smoke, A — B. 

M., 133. 
Woman Suffrage — Harriet Burton Laidlaw, 

Women Wireless Operators— C. W. Ash ford, 


Account Rendered — E. F. Benson, 313. 
Adventure — Jack London, 201. 
Adventures in Friendship — David Grayson, 73. 
Adventures of a Modest Man, The — Robert W. 

Chambers, 201. 
Adventures of James Capen Adams, The — Theo- 
dore H. Hittell, 169. 
Alarms and Discursions— G. K. Chesterton, 233. 
Alise of Astra — H. B. Marriott Watson, 153. 
America in the Making— Lyman Abbott, 410 
American Oratory of Today— Edited by Edwin 

Dubois Shurter, 234. 
Ancient Myths in Modern Pocis— Helen 
Clarke, 40. 
rsons, The — S. Macnauglitan, 269. 
Annals of Educational Prog, ess, Vol. VIIL— J 
■ r, Ph. I'.. .74. 
.ker, The—Mary Austin, 409. 

1 '--b' — Corrado Ricci, 275. 
. Ward Howe, 298. 
- Avowals— Richard Le Gallier 


Bar-20 Days— Clarence E. Mulford, 269. 
Basis of Mutual Pleasure, The— Albert Cehring, 
10. b ' 

Bawbee Jock — Amy McLaren, 346. 
Behind the Screens in Japan— Evelyn Adam, 138. 
Beware of the Dog— Mrs. Baillie Rcvnolds, 186 
liig Game of Africa— Richard Tjader, 73 
Blake s Vision of the Book of Job— loscph II 

Wicksteed, M. A., 249. 
Bolted Door, The— George Gibbs, 233 
Book of Dear Dead Women, A— Edna Worthley 

Underwood, 345. 
Book of Football, The— Walter Camp, 24 
Bramble Bush, The— Caroline Fuller, 281. 
Breath nf Prairie and Other Stories, A— Will I it- 

lr.ridge, 362. 
Brown Mask, The— Percv T. Brebner, 361. 
Buried Alive — Arnold Bennett, 281 
Camera Fiend, The— E. W. Hornung, 329 
(-apta. .^ of Raleigh's, A— G. E. Theodore Roberts, 

Captiv ing Mary Carstairs— Henry Second, 202. 

Cathedral Churches of England, The— Helen Mar- 
shall Pratt, 330. 
Cathedrals of Spain — John A. Gadc, 185. 
Child Problems— George B. Mangold, Ph. D., S9. 
China's Study in Myth, Legend, Art, Annals — 

William Elliot Griffis, 249. 
Classic Myths in English Literature and in Art — 

Charles Mills Gayley, 217. 
Clayhanger — Arnold Bennett, 39. 
Colonel Todhunter of Missouri — Riplev D. Saun- 
ders, 234. 
Compensation — Anne Warwick, 233. 
Confessions of a Macedonian Bandit — Albert Son- 

nichsen, 282. 
Conrad in Quest of His Youth — Leonard Merrick, 

Conservation of Water, The — John L. Mathews, 

Consul, The — Richard Harding Davis, 393. 
Cottage Pie— A. Neil Lyons, 10. 
Country Life Movement in the United States, The 

— L. H. Bailey, 272. 
Craftsmanship in Teaching — William Chandler 

Eagley, 377. 
Crimson Azaleas — H. de Vere Stacpoole, 268. 
Cuba — Irene A. Wright, 9. 
Dawn Builder, The— John G. Neihardt, 269. 
Denry the Audacious — Arnold Bennett, 269. 
Douglas Jerrold and Punch — Walter Jerrold, 103. 
Drums of War, The — H. De Vere Stacpoole, 40. 
Dwellers on the Threshold, The — Robert liichens, 

Early Christian Apologists, The — Rev. W. H. Car- 
slaw, D. D., 410. 
Eastern Voyage, An — A journal of the travels of 
Count Fritz Hochberg through the Britisii 
empire in the East and Japan, 71. 
Education of a Music Lover — Edward Dickinson, 

Egypt— Pierre Loti, 273. 
Essays on Russian Novelists— William Lyon 

Phelps, M. A., Ph. D., 105. 
Face of the Fields, The — Dallas Lore Sharp, 330. 
Fair House, A — Hugh de Selincourt, 297. 
Fire Opal, The — Robert Fraser, 249. 
Flighty Arethusa — David Skaats Foster, 121. 
Flying Mercury, The — Eleanor M. Ingram, 89. 
Forged in Strong Fires — John Ironside, 268. 
Fortunata — Marjorie Patterson, 169. 
French Men, Women, and Books — Miss Betham- 

Edwards, 272. 
From Memory's Shrine — Reminiscences of Carmen 

Silva, 216. 
Frontier Ballads — Joseph Mills Hanson, 89. 
Frozen Fortune, The — Frank Lillie Pollock, 138. 
Gentleman of the Road, A — Horace Bleackley, 234. 
Girl in the Other Seat, The — Henry Kitchell 

Webster, 361. 
Glamourie — William Samuel Johnson, 249. 
Gleanings from Fifty Years in China — Archibald 

Little, 273. 
Gold Bag, The— Carolyn Wells, 269. 
Golden Galleon, The — Lucas Malet, 24. 
Grain of Dust, The — David Graham Phillips, 329. 
Great Epic of Israel, The — Amos Kidder Fiske, 

A. M., 282. 
Great Illusion, The — Norman Angel 1, 361. 
Great Masters of Landscape Painting — From the 

French of Emile Michel, 25. 
Gold Brick, The— Brand Whitlock, 105. 
Heart of the Bush, The — Edith Searle Grossman, 

Heritage of the Desert, The — Zane Grey, 137. 
Heroes of California — George Wharton James, 9. 
Heroes of the Polar Seas — J. Kennedy Maclean, 

Highways and Byways of the Rocky Mountains — 

Clifton Johnson, 24. 
Honor of the Big Snows, The — James Oliver Cur- 
wood, 186. 
How to Live in the Country — E. P. Powell, 272. 
How Leslie Loved— Anna Warner, 154. 
Import and Outlook of Socialism — Newton Mann, 

Imprudence of Prue — Sophie Fisher, 249. 
1 .Myself— Mrs. T. P. O'Connor, 168. 
In and Out of a French Country House — Anna 

Bowman Dodd, 10. 
Incas of Peru, The — Sir Clements Markham, K. 
C. B., D. Sc, F. R. S., F. R. G. S., F. S. 
A., 378. 
Industrial Accidents and Their Compensation — 

Gilbert L. Campbell, 73. 
Ingersoll: A Biographical Appreciation — Herman 

L. Kittredge, 312. 
Insects and Disease — R. M. Doane, 274. 
Interpreters of Life — Archibald Henderson, 121. 
Italian Fantasies — Israel Zangwill, 41. 
Japan for a Week— A. M. Thompson, 73. 
Jean-Christophe— Romain Rolland, 7. 
John Brown, 1800-1859: A Biography Fifty Years 
After— Oswald Garrison Villard, A. M., 
Liu. D., 296. 
John La Farge: A Memoir and a Study — Royal 

Cortissoz, 344. 
Jovce of the North Woods — Harriet T. Comstock, 

Jungle By-Ways in India — E. P. Stebbing, 40. 
Justice of the King, The — Hamilton Drummond, 

Keith of the Border — Randall Parrish, 106. 
Lady of the Spur, The — David Potter, 137. 
L'Ame Des Anglais — Par Foemina, 153. 
Lass with the Delicate Air, The — A. R. Goring 

Thomas, 169. 
Later Magic — Hartz the Wizard, 297. 
Lead of Honor, The — Norval Richardson, 217 
Learning and Other Essays— John Jay Chapman, 

Lever, The — William Dana Orcutt, 153. 
Life of Charles Sumner — Walter G. Shotwell, 200 
Life of Friedrich Nietzsche, The— Daniel Halevv 

Life of Oliver Goldsmith, The — Frank Frankfort 

Moore, 136'. 
Lion and Dragon in Northern China— R F. John- 
ston, 41. 
Lion's Skin, The — Rafael Sabatini, 169. 
Lives of the Fur Folk— M. D. Haviland, 74. 
Lord Bellinger — Harry Graham, 362. 
Lords of Industry— Henry Demarest Lloyd, 1^1 
Love and Marriage — Ellen Key, 409. 
Love Under Fire— Randall Parrish, 268. 
Mad Majesties: Or Raving Rulers and Submis- 
sive Subjects— Dr. Angelo S. Rappoport, 74. 
Making of a Fortune, The— Harriet Prescott Spof- 

ford, 269. 
Man and the Deacon, The — Alexander Otis 1^1 
Man-Made World, The— Charlotte Perkins Gil- 
man, 137. 
Maradick at Forty— Hugh Walpole, 185. 
Married Life of the Frederick Carrolls— Jesse 

Lynch Williams, 9. 
Married Miss Worth, The— Louise Closser Hale, 

Marvels Beyond Science, The— Toseph Grasset 

M. D., 394. 
Massenet and His Operas— Henry T. Finck 41 
Master and Maid— Mrs. L. Allen Harker, 138 
-Master Musicians— J. Cuthbert Hadden, 409 
Materials of the Painter's Craft, The— \ P 

Laurie, M. A., D. Sc, 394 
Mazzini and Other Essays— Henry Demarest 

Lloyd, 57. 
Memories_ and Impressions— Ford Madox Hueffer 

Memories and Impressions of Helena Modjeska ^3 
.Mental Efficiency— Arnold Bennett, 377. 
Me — Smith — Caroline Lockhart, 201. 
Miss Gibbie Gault— Kate Langlev Bosher, 345 
Missions and Modern Thought— William Owen 

Carver, 56. 
Miss Livington's Companion— Mary Dillon, 345. 

Modern Masterpieces of Short Prose Fiction — 

Edited by Alice Vinton Waite and Edith 

Mendall Taylor, 298. 
More Than Kin — Patricia Went worth, 297. 
Moving Finger, The— E. Phillips Oppenheim, 345. 
Mrs. Maxon Protests— Anthony Hope, 378. 
My Brother's Keeper — Charles Tenney Jackson 

Nation's Crime, A — Mrs. I. Lowenberg, 105. 
New Machiavelli, The — H. G. Wells, 201. 
New New Guinea, The — Beatrice Grimshaw, 56. 
Oberland Chalet, An — Edith Elmer Wood, 73. 
Obvious Orient, The — Albert Bushnell Hart, Ph. 

D., LL. D., Litt. D., 330. 
Old Country Inns of England — Henry P. Maskell 

and Edward W. Gregory, 330. 
Old Dance Master, The — William Romaine Pater- 
son, 409. 
Old English Instruments of Music: Their History 

and Character — Francis W. Galpin, M. A., 

F. L. S., 275. 
Old Maid's Vengeance, An — Frances Powell, 297. 
Old People— Harriet E. Paine, 281. 
Open Door, The— Earle Ashley Walcott, 122. 
Orphans, The — Helen Dawes Brown, 393. 
Our House and the People in It — Elizabeth Robins 

Pennell, 9. 
Outlook to Nature, The — L. H. Bailey, 345. 
Over the Border — William Winter, 40S. 
Palestine and Its Transformations- — Ellsworth 

Huntington, 274. 
Panama and the Canal Today — Forbes Lindsay, 9. 
Panther's Cub — Agnes and Egerton Castle, 409. 
Passing of the American, The — Monroe Rovce, 

Patsy — II. de Vere Stacpoole, 269. 
Phantom of the Opera, The — Gaston Leroux, 169. 
Philadelphia Lawyer in the London Courts, A — 

Thomas Learning, 360. 
Piano Teaching: Its Principles and Problems — 

Clarence G. Hamilton, 275. 
Plutarch's Cimon and Pericles— Translated by Bcr- 

nadotte Perrin, 10. 
Poems— Mrs. Schuyler Van Rensselaer, 371. 
Poems of Eugene Field, The, 169. 
Political Development of Japan, 1867-1909, The — 

George Etsujiro Uyehara, 153. 
Porcelain and How to Collect It — Edward Dillon, 

Potash and Perlmutter — Montague Glass, 329. 
Priest, The — By the author of "Letters to His 

Holiness, Pope Pius X," 281. 
Princess Katharine — Katharine Tynan, 217. 
Princess of New York, The — Cosmo Hamilton, 

Princess Sayrane — Edith Ogden Harrison, 74. 
Prince of Romance, A — Stephen Chalmers, Jul. 
Prince or Chauffeur — Lawrence Perry, 27U. 
Prodigal Judge, The — Vaughan Kester, 218. 
Professor's Mysterv, The — Wells Hastings and 

Brian Hooker, 201. 
Purchase Price, The — Emerson Hough, 120. 
Queed — Henry Sydnor Harrison, 393. 
Queen of Orplede, The— Charles Wharton Stock, 

Readjustment, The— Will Irwin, 56. 
Red Rose Inn— Edith Tunis Sale, 393. 
Refugee, The — Captain Charles Gilson, 90. 
Regilding the Crescent — F. G. Aflalo, 248. 
Reminiscences of a Ranchman — Edgar Beechcr 

Bronson, 152. 
Resonance in Singing and Speaking — Thomas Fille- 

brown, M. D., D. M. D., 275. 
Return, The — Walter de la Mare. 313. 
Robinetta — Kate Douglas Wiggin, Mary Findlater, 

Jane Findlater, and Allan McAulay, 270. 
Romance of Imperial Rome — Elizabeth W. Champ- 

ney, 184. 
Roman Wit, A: Epigrams of Martial — Translated 

by Paul Nixon, 271. 
Room with a \ iew, A — E. M. Forster, 377. 
Samuel Rogers and His Circle— R. Ellis Roberts, 

Secrot Societies and the French Revolution — Una 

Birch, 361. 
Schaff-Herzog Encyclopedia of Religious Knowl- 
edge, The — Edited by Samuel Macauley 

Jackson, D. D., LL. D„ 329. 
Senator of the 'Fifties, A: David C. Broderick — 

Jeremiah Lynch, 24, 87. 
Siege of Boston, The — Alice French, 1S5. 
Silences of the Moon, The — Henry Law Webb 

Sixpenny Pieces— A. Neil Lyons, 345. 
Shelbume Essays — Paul Elmer More, 73. 
Social Basis of Religion, The — Simon N. Patten, 

Social Direction of Human Evolution, The — Wil- 
liam E. Kellicott, 362. 
Socialism: A Critical Analysis — Oscar D. Skelton, 

Some Forerunners of Italian Opera — W. J. Hen- 
derson, 409. 
Song of the Stone Wall, The— Helen Keller, 346. 
Son of the Wind — Lucia Chamberlain, 89. 
Soul of the Indian, The — Charles Alexander East- 
man, 201. 
Speeches in Stirring Times — Richard Henry Dana 

Jr., 40. 
Spirit of Mirth, A — Peggy Webling, 270 
Square Peg, The — W. E. Norris, 329. 
Standard of Living Among the Industrial People 

of America— Frank H. Steightoff, 329. 
Stanton W ins — Eleanor M. Ingram, 361. 
Stolen Singer, The — Martha Bellinger, 270 
Studies in Chinese Religion— E. H. Parker 40 
Study of Greatness in Man, A— F. N. Larned, 

Study of Versification, A— Brander Matthews, 377. 

Tales from the Old French— Translated by Isabel 
Butler, 57. 

Thackeray Dictionary, A— Isadore Gilbert Mudge 
and M. Earl Sears, 185. 

Thieves — Aix, 270. 

Three Thousand Years of Mental Healing— 
George Barton Cutting, Ph. D., 274 

Thurley Ruxton— Philip Verrill Mighels, 377. 

loll of the Arctic Seas, The— Deltus M Ed- 
wards, 40. 

Trail of Ninety-Eight— Robert W. Service, 137 

1 reason and Death of Benedict Arnold, The— 
John Jay Chapman, 393. 

Trevor Lordship— Mrs. Hubert Barclay, 186 

luo Imposters and a Tinker— Dorothea Conyers, 

Two Russian Reformers: Ivan Turgenev, Leo Tol- 
stoy— J. A. T. Lloyd, 55. 

Under the Roof of the Jungle— Charles Living- 
ston Bull, 233. 

Vintage, The— Joseph Sharts, 393. 

Wagner at Home— From the French of Judith 

... , Gautier, by Effie Dunreith Massie, 392 

Wandering Ghosts— F. Marion Crawford, 345. 

War and Its Alleged Benefits— T. Novicdw, 169 

VVar Maker, The— Horace Smith, 264. 

°1S5 Ce ~~ Hil " am M " Chittenden - U. S. A., 

Wastrel, The— Arthur D. Howden Smith, 233. 

West in the East from an American Point of 
View, The— Price Collier, 376. 

V\ hat Is Art?— Tohn C. Van Dvke, 40 

A hat Is the Universe?— William Chandler Bag- 
ley, 377. 

What Nature Is— Charles Kendall Franklin, 153. 

W hen God Laughs— Tack London, 153. 

When Half Gods Go— Helen Reimensnyder Mar- 
tin, 234. 
Woman with a Purpose, A— Anna Chapin Ray, 

Yosemite Trails— J. Smearton Chase, 232. 
Briefer Reviews, 9, 24, 40, 73, 90, 105, 121, 137, 

153, 169, 185, 201, 217, 233, 249, 281, 298, 

314, 329, 345, 361, 377, 393, 409. 


Aldrich, Thomas Bailey— The Last Cxsar, 212. 

Anon — Discipline, 356. 

Arnold, Edwin— Darien, 88. 

Bigelow, Lucius — To a Teacher, 148. 

Brownell, Henry Howard — From "The Bay Fight," 

Burton, Sir Richard — The Lady of Beauty, 20. 
Cloud, Virginia Woodward — The Ballad of Swc-i 

P, 52. 
Davidson, John— A Runnable Stag, 404. 
Davis, Eugene — A Fair Florentine, 20. 
Dobson, Austin — 

In After Days, 116. 
On the Belfry Tower, 20. 
Doyle, F. H.— The Red Thread of Honor, S. 
Dryden, John — Alexander's Feast, ISO. 
English, Thomas Dunn— Betty Zane, 372. 
Gilbert, Sir William— Lost Mr. Blake, 389. 
Hoadley, James H.— The Trout-Rod on the Wal . 

Hoffman, Charles F. — Monterey, 164. 
Holmes, Oliver Wendell — La Grisette, 148. 
Hovey, Richard — An Unnamed Maeterlinck Poem, 

Howells, W. D.— The Pilot's Story, 308. 
Jackson, Helen Hunt— At the King's Gate, 148. 
Jackson, Henry R. — My Wife and Child, 164. 
Jones, Amanda T. — Panama, 88. 
Ingelow, Jean — Reflections, 132. 
Lang, Andrew — Ballade to Theocritus in Winter, 

Morford. Henry — Two Oueens in Westminster. 

O'Brien, Fitz-James — By the Stream, 340. 
O'Shaughnessy, A. — The Spectre of the Past, 100. 
Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart — Voyage of the Hopeless, 

Smith, Alexander — Barbara, 68. 
Smith, Elizabeth Oakcs — The Drowned Mariner, 

Stedman, Edmund Clarence — Hymn of the West, 

Stoddard, R. H.— The Captives of Charon, 293. 

Stoddart, Thomas Tod— The Angler's Trysting- 
Tree, 340. 

Swinburne, Algernon C. — Tristram Rowing, 116. 

Taylor, Benjamin F. — The Cavalry Charge, 104. 

Thompson, Will Henry— The High Tide at Gettys- 
burg, 245. 

Trowbridge, J. T. — The Restored Picture, 350. 

V\ hittier, John Greenleaf — The Angels of Buena 
Vista, 324. 


Coryn, Sidney G. P. — 

"Daughter, Behold Thy Mother." 37. 
In the Cause of Suffrage, 53. 
Sufferings on the Subway, 21. 
The Lady and the Cigarette, 5. 

Gilder, Jeannette L. — 

Accompaniment of a Funeral Procession. 229. 

"Deep Purple, The," 133. 

Echoes of the Opera Season, 261. 

"Everywoman" in New York, 245. 

Fire Dangers in New York, 213. 

Hoe Library's "Best Sellers," The 

Manhattan Grand Jury and the Wave of 
Crime, The, 341. 

Marching Suffragettes, 325. 

Maude Adams as Chantecler, 69. 

Mr. Morgan's Magazine Trust, 101. 

Mrs. Fiske's Plays, 229. 

New Theatre Bungles, 85. 

New Theatre Lessons, 197. 

New York's Amusement Loss, 3S'). 

New York's High Tide of Disorder, 181. 

New York's New Library Opened, 357. 

Opera Season Again and New Critics, The, 

"Pinafore" and Its Memories, 373. 

Popular Preachers in New York, 165. 

Public Inquiry. Concerning Manhattan Condi- 
tions, 229. 

Redding-Herbert Opera, The, 149. 

Summer Shows in New York, 405. 

Theatre with a Chef, A, 309. 

Piccadilly — 

Crowning a King, 72. 

English Books and Their Makers, 263. 

Ijlusions of Harriet, The, 104. 

King George Vindicated, 118. 

Morganatic Marriage, A, 42. 

Real Dick Turpin, The, 26. 

Society Quarrel, A, 88. 

Shelley, Henry C. — 

Battle of the Wines, The, 247. 
Canvases in the Salon, 311. 
D'Annunzio's Latest Experiment, 391. 
Eton's "Glorious Fourth," 407 
Happy Hampstead, 295. 
Henry Bern stein's First Failure, 183. 
His Honor," the County Court, 3~>7 
' Jupe Culotte," The, 151. 
London Artist's Life-Work, A. 231 
London Once More, 135. 
Night in a London Club, A, 167 
Peers and Pictures, 199. 
Royal Academy, The, 343. 

St. Martin- 
Bourgeois Literature, A, 261 
Paris by the Sea, 8. 


Altars of San Antonio, The— Henry Meade Bland 

Bull Bradshaw's Broken Promise— Tohn Alfred 

Galpin, 294. 
Chain, The— M. B. Levick, 38. 
Color Line, The— Harry Cowell, 86. 
Coverley's Highest Score — Patrick Vaux, 310 
Disinherited, The — Harrv Cowell, 150. 
End of All Things, The— W. Townend, 406. 
For Youth and Happiness — From the French of 

Charles Foley, 198. 
Her Hat — Victor Lauriston, 118. 
House Without a Door, The- 

In Gold Frog Gulch — Lilian E. Talbert, 54 
Inner Blood, The — Louis J. Stellmann, '34^' 
Isle of By-and-By, The; — Stuart B. Stone 26' 
Lme-Rider, The — Richard B. Moodie 3^6 
Madame — Billee Glynn, 358. 

Malamute's Stampede— John Alfred Galpin 183 
Matter of Conscience, A— Louis J. Stellmann 215 
Middle-Aged Man, A— Billee Glyn g mann ' 215 
New \ear's Gift, The— From the French of Vic- 

tonen Sardou, 22. 
Rings of Beatitude, The— M. B Levick 247 
Search^for a Celebrity, A— Laura Bell" Everett. 

Smoke— M. B. Levick, 135 

Swept Away by the River— From the French of 

Rene Bazin, 71. 
Their Hearts' Desires— Annie Batterman Lindsay. 

Theodore's VVoodcock— From the French of Marie 

Anne de Bovel, 166. 
Treachery f Loiita, The— John Alfred Galpin. 

Vagab °230 The ~ From the French of Jean Sign,,,], 

-Louis J. Stellmann, 




American Voice, The — Thomas Wentworth Higgin- 
son, 375. 

"Arrow-Maker, The," 167. 

Artist and His Aids, An, 1 35. 

Augnstc Rodin's Studio, 375. 

Belasco Coached Caruso, 78. 

Belasco's Golden West Girl, 91. 

Bernhardt's Women, 59. 

Boys and the Farm, 72. 

California Society Banquet in Chicago. 154. 

Children's Hospital Donations, 351. 

Choral Concert, A, 398. 

Coquelin's Acting, 187. 

Deferring Old Age, 311. 

Digging for Bacon's Secret Records, 215. 

Dr. Aked's New York Charge, 117. 

Double Standard, The, 379. 

Eastern Theatrical Notes, 331. 
"irst of Congressional Humorists, 407. 

Foreign Vandals in China, 118. 

Foyer and Box-Office Chat, 11, 31, 43, 59, 75, 91, 
107, 123, 139, 155, 171, 187, 203, 219, 235, 
251, 299, 319, 335, 351, 366, 382, 398, 414. 

Gossip of Books and Authors, 10, 25, 41, 57, 74, 
90, 106, 122, 138, 154, 170, 186, 202, 218, 
234, 250, 394, 410. 

Gossip of Drama and Music, 347. 

Great Collection of Americans, A, 244. 

Health of the Nation, The, 199. 

Hindu Weavers, The, 119. 

Humpcrdinck's New Opera, 59. 

Individualities, 5, 21, 37, 53, 69, 85, 101, 117, 133. 
149, 165, 181, 197, 213, 229, 245, 260, 293, 
309, 325, 341, 357, 373, 388, 405. 

In Eastern Stageland, 363. 

Journalism as a Profession, 90. 

Joy That Shall Be Turned into Sorrow, 175. 

Lady Halle, 237. 

Lessons in Statuary Hall, 237. 

L'Opera Est Supreme, 283. 

"Man about Town, A," 26. 

Metchnikoff's Milk Microbes, 231. 

Millionaires in the Senate, 359. 

Movements and Whereabouts, 15, 31, 47, 63, 79, 
95, 111, 127, 143, 159, 175, 191, 207, 223, 
239, 255, 287, 303, 319, 335, 351, 367, 383, 
399, 415. 

Next Year Incident, A, 127. 

New Books Received, 10, 56, 89. 122, 154, 170, 
186, 202, 218, 234, 250, 282, 298, 314, 330, 
346, 362, 378, 394, 410. 

Newspaper Impertinence, 351. 

Notes and Gossip, 14, 30, 46, 62, 78, 94, 110, 126, 
142, 158, 174, 190, 206, 222, 238, 254, 286, 
302, 318, 334, 350, 366, 382, 39S, 414. 

Of the Best Things of Life, 267. 

Origin of Gypsies, The, 86. 

Paintings of Emily L. Travis, The, 283. 

Pertinent Facts of the Census, 104. 

Plans of Composers and Authors, 143. 

Robert Mantell's Gift to Yale, 111. 

Royalty at Drury Lane, 359. 

Rural Delights, 63. 

Similarity in Musical Airs, 191. 

Storyettes, 13, 29, 45, 61, 77, 93, 109, 125, 141, 
157, 173, 189, 205, 221, 237, 253, 285, 301, 
317, 333, 349, 365, 381, 397, 413. 

Story of the Modern Ballad, The, S. 

The Alleged Flumorists, 16, 32, 48, 64, SO, 96, 112, 
128, 144, 160, 176, 192, 208, 224, 240, 256, 
288, 304, 320, 336, 352, 368, 384, 400, 416. 

The Merry Muse, 13, 29. 45, 61, 77, 93, 109, 125, 
141, 157, 173, 189. 205, 221, 237, 253, 2S5, 
301, 317. 33$, 349. 3f>5, 3S1, 397, 413. 

Unique Club in Paris, A. 38. 

Vanity Fair, 12, 28, 44, 60, 76, "2, 108, 124, 140, 
156, 172, 1SS, 204, 220, 236. 252, 284, 300, 
316, 332, 348, 364, 380, 396, 412. 

Verestchagin's Career, 181. 

Whom Shall We Trust? 47. 

Writers and Editors, 359. 

W. S. Gilbert Reminiscences, 411. 


Phelps, Josephine Hart — 

Again the "Merry Widow," 171. 
Billie Burke in "Mrs. Dot," 379. 
Botticellian "Arcadians," The, 107. 
Chorus Girls in the "Follies," 251. 
Jolly Marie Dressier, 203. 
Mary Mannering in a New Play, 11. 
Maxine Elliott's Advance, 43. 
Miss Nethersole's Double Bill, 
Mme. Bernhardt's "L'Aiglon," 
Mme. Sherry's Charm, 139. 
Nance O'Neil and "The Lily,' 
New Theatre Play, A, 27. 
Ruth St. Denis in Orient Poses, 219. 
Seen in "Havana," 91. 
"Smith" and John Drew, 347, 
Sothern and Marlowe, 331. 
"The Bachelor Baby," 187. 
"The Chocolate Soldier," 58. 
"The Dawn of a Tomorrow 
"The Midnight Sons," 123. 
Worthy Modern Play, A, 363. 




Shoals, George L. — 

Acting at the Orpheum, 235. 

Barrie and Barrymore, 411. 
"The Twelve Pound Look." 

New and Old at the Orpheum, 

Orpheum Entrees, 315. 

Solo and Ensemble Vaudeville, 


Alexander, S. J.— The Weaver, 58. 
Anon — Maysong, 395. 

Armstrong, C. L. — The Grave of Care, 223. 
Arthur, Rosalie— In Exile, 207. 
Balderston, Katharine — June, 363. 
Baring, Maurice — Vale, 395. 
Bartlett, Gertrude — Put By the Flute, 79. 
Beardsley, Ella — Kept in the Heart, 26. 
Bedford-Jones, H. — A Romany Song, 122. 
Best, Susie M.— Stigmata, 170. 
Braley, Berton — The Failures, 186. 
Bunston, Anna — The Romany Sway, 379. 
Cameron, W, J. — To a London Statue, 319. 
Carman, Bliss — Myrtis of Mytilene, 159. 
Chandler, R. T.— A Lament for Youth, 255. 
Chapman, Arthur — The Snowslide, 363. 
Chauncey, Florence Isabel — My Lady, 255. 
Cheney, Anne Cleveland — The Mist, 411. 
Clarke, Birdie Baxter — The Regular Army Wife, 

Clark, Martha Haskell — The Coming of April, 223. 

Cochrane, Alfred — Lazarus, 159. 

Colum, Padraic— An Old Woman of the Road, 3/9. 

Corey, Alice — Today, 1 59. 

de la Mare, Walter — The Three Cherry Trees, 15. 

Milks. T. Bruce— To Ilcrrick. 223. 

Driscoll, Louise — The Lumber Camp, 13S. 

Dunn, Khoda Hero— In the City Crowd, 351. 

Durbin, Harriet Whitney — Across the Years, 186. 

Edhohn, Charlton Lawrence — A Song of the 

Vagrant Singer, 1 86. 
Ester, Eleanor — A Poet, 122. 
Field, Eugene— I'd Like to Go, 230. 
Garrison, Theodosia — 

Ad Finem, 58. 

Calvary, 319. 

The Consoler, 95. 

The Returning, 363. 

The Word, 26. 
Gibson, Elizabeth — Roses, 15. 
Glaenzer, Richard Butler — Buddha, 15. 
Glenconner, Pamela — Hawthorn, 411. 
Gore-Booth, Eva— The Little Roads, 186. 
Hancock, Augusta — Waiting, 207. 
Hall, Sharlot M. — The Song of the Colorado, 79. 
Leonard, Priscilla — The House of the Years, 335. 
Leonard, W. E.— The Wildman, 15. 
Lowell, Amy — Leisure, 363. 
Macfie, Ronald Campbell — Battle, 26. 
Maitland, Fredegond — The Message of Age, 58. 
Manning, Frederic — Danae's Song, 9S. 
Mason, Edward Wither— The Trees, 95. 
Matthews, Charles G. — Homesickness, 159. 
McGiffert, Gertrude Huntington — An Egyptian 

Love Charm, 170. 
Noycs, Alfred— The Return, 395. 
Peterson, Frederick — The Apotheosis of Dust, 13S. 
Reed, Myrtle — A Violin, 79. 
Rexford, Eben E. — 

In an Artist's Studio, 106. 

The City on the Hill, 106. 

The Faded Flower, 106. 
Roberts, Theodore — The Maid, 395. 
Robinson, Edwin Arlington — For a Dead Lady, 

Schoonmaker, Edwin Davies — Away, 58. 
Scollard, Clinton— A Gray Day, 122. 
Sheard, Virna — In Solitude, 363. 
Sheel, Shaemas O — 

Mourn, Ye Heart-Broken Women, 351. 

The Lover, 335. 
Sherman, Frank Dempster — Love's Dream, 255. 
Smith, Carlyle — Scabbard and Sword, 138. 
Smith, Marion Couthouy — Song of the Fliers, 

Snow, Frederick E.— The Old Cellar Place, 122. 
Stephens, James— The Shell, 351. 
Sullivan, Alan — The Lover, 239. 
Sweeney, Mildred McNeal— Poplars Green, 122. 
Thomas, Edith— The Under Word, 335. 
Tompkins, Eufina C. — The Message of the Blos- 
soms, 239. 
Towne, Charles Hanson — A Sky Line, 379. 
Trench, Herbert — Requiem of Archangels for the 

World, 15. 
Untermeyer, Louis — How Much of Godhood, 239. 
Ward, Eunice— The Whitecaps, 138. 
Wheelock, John Hall— The Harbor, 207. 
Wilcox, Ella Wheeler — Necromancy, 95. 
Woodberry, George Edward — Comrades, 42. 
Yeats, W. B. — The Song of Wandering ./Engtis, 


Allen-Baker, 318. 
Armat-Binckley, 46. 
Arrowsmith-Clark, 142. 
Avenali-Cadwaladcr, 46. 
liakei'-Daniier, 334. 
llird-Parker, 238. 
Bridgman-Maillard, 366. 
Ilrown-Melone, 414. 
Buck-Zabriski, 286. 
I'.urbank-Knapp, 414. 
Butler-Hinz, 222. 
Calhoun-Anderson', 94. 
Car rigan- Foley, 398. 
Chesebrough-Newhall, 46. 
Clark-Whitman, 110. 
Crissy-Guittard, 334. 
iCrocker-Irwin, 142. 
Crothers-Mills, 190. 
Coghlan-Kearncy, 302. 
Coyle-Bogue, 366. 
Cudahy-Brewer, 190. 
Durkee-Lally, 414. 
Elston-LcConte, 334. 
Fletcher-Clark, 382. 
Fuller-Wright, 126. 
Fulloni-McKim, 174. 
Greene-Mathes, 158. 
Harris-Doyle, 30. 
ITawkins-MacDonald, 302 
Hendrick-Hammon, 286. 
Inkersley-Fearne, 46. 
King- Winchester, 414. 
Kenna-Hall, 334. 
Langstroth-Hall, 222. 
Lansing-McLean, 126. 
McBryde-Garnet, 190. 
McDuffie- Schoonmaker, 
McLaine-Carter, 414. 
Meyer-Dunphy, 7S. 
Miller-Davis, 110. 
Mullen- Atherton, 110. 
Murietta-Gregory, 286. 
Murphy-Garneau, 366. 
Nielson-Elkins, 318. 
No rcross- Mocker, 126. 
Pendleton-Rhoades, 222 
Powers-Ewell, 14. 
Reed-Crane, 302. 
Renaud-Lamson, 46. 
Salladay-Simons, 174. 
Seymour-Ashe, 142. 
Smith-Lynch, 110. 
Sutton-Wilson, 334. 
Todd-Cunningham, 3S2 
Thorp-Gillett, 46. 
Walker-Biven, 318. 
Walker-Keeney, 398. 


The Argonaut. 

63612 ^ — ' 

Vol. LXVIII. No. 1763. 

San Francisco, January 7, 1911. 

Price Ten Cents 

PUBLISHERS' NOTICE— The Argonaut (title trade-marked) is 
published every week by the Argonaut Publishing Company. Sub- 
scriptions, $4.00 per year; six months, $2.10; three months, $1.10 
payable in advance — postage prepaid. Subscriptions to all foreign 
countries within the Postal Union, $5.00 per year. Sample copies 
free. Single copies, 10 cents. News Dealers and Agents in the 
interior supplied by the San Francisco News Company, 747 Howard 
Street, San Francisco. Subscribers wishing their addresses changed 
should give their old as well as new addresses. The American 
News Company, New York, are agents for the Eastern trade. The 
Argonaut may be ordered from any News Dealer or Postmaster in 
the United States or Europe. Special advertising rates to publishers. 

Address all communications to The Argonaut, 207 Powell Street, 
San Francisco. Make all checks, drafts, postal orders, etc., payable 
to "The Argonaut Publishing Company." 

Entered at the San Francisco postoffice as second-class matter. 

The Argonaut can be obtained in London at the International 
News Co., Breams Building, Chancery Lane; American Newspaper 
and Advertising Agency, Trafalgar Square, Northumberland Ave- 
nue; and at Daws Steamship Agency, 17 Green Street, Leicester 
Square, and can be ordered from any of the news stands of W. H. 
Smith & Son. In Paris, at 37 Avenue de 1" Opera. In New York, at 
Brentano's, Fifth Avenue and Twenty-Seventh Street. In Chicago, 
Western News Company. In Washington, at F and Thirteenth Sts. 

The Argonaut is on sale at the Ferry Station, San Francisco, 
by Foster & O'Rear; on the ferryboats of the Key Route system 
by the news agents, and by the Denison News Company on Southern 
Pacific boats and trains. 

Telephone, Kearny 5895. Publication office, 207 Powell Street. 
GEORGE L. SHOALS, Business Manager. 


ALFRED HOLMAN ------- Editor 


EDITORIAL: By an Open Grave — Governor Johnson — 
O'Keefe and Hawaii — Seattle Scores Against San Fran- 
cisco — Ex-Governor Gillett — Congress and the Tariff — 
The Dangers of Aviation — Editorial Notes 1-3 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By Henry C. Shelley 4 

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR: From a Well-Wisher— For 
Thirty Years — Sustaining National Rights — No Low 
Tariff — For Clean Plays 4 

ficulties in Sex Discrimination. By Sidney G. P. Coryn 5 

INDIVIDUALITIES: Notes about Prominent People All over 

the World 5 

A MIDDLE-AGED MAN: How Kelly Fought for His Last 

Chance. By Billee Glynn 6 

JEAN-CHRISTOPHE: An Unusual Study of the Development 

of a Musical Genius 7 

PARIS BY THE SEA: "St Martin" Describes a Fifty-Million- 
Dollar Scheme for the Seine 8 

OLD FAVORITES: "The Red Thread of Honor," by F. H. 

Doyle 8 


THE LATEST BOOKS: Briefer Reviews— Gossip of Books 

and Authors — New Books Received 9-10 

DRAMA: Mary Mannering in a New Play. By Josephine 

Hart Phelps 11 


VANITY FAIR: Chicago Hotels and Bibles— Pipes Taboo on 
Fifth Avenue — National Capital Climbers — Concerning 
the Woman of Beauty — Ancient Denouncers of Luxury 
— The Charm of Cafe Concerts — Sad Days for Old Aris- 
tocracy — Preparations for the Coronation — Turkish 
Women and Liberty 1- 

STORYETTES: Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise 13 


PERSONAL: Notes and Gossip — Movements and Where- 
abouts 14-15 

CURRENT VERSE: "The Three Cherry Trees," by Walter 
de la Mare: "Buddha," by Richard Butler Glaenzer; 
"Requiem of Archangels for the World," by Herbert 
Trench; "The Wildman," by W. E. Leonard; "Roses," 
by Elizabeth Gibson 15 

THE ALLEGED HUMORISTS: Paragraphs Ground Out by 

the Dismal Wits of the Day 16 

By an Open Grave. 
The trouble with the California Weekly, which like 
many another imitator in journalism — "much like the 
Argonaut, only snappier" — has entered into its final 
rest, was two fold. First, it was founded upon a wrong 
principle; second, its "flame lacked oil." It began with 
high pretensions and to the end it was clean, thus much 
may be said to its credit. But its outlook was negative; 
it was an apologist and defender of a transient cause 
rather than a champion of sound principles in whatever 
field or in whatever cause they were to be found. As 
a partisan, and the paper was bound to partisan- 
ship by its financial foundation, it found it ex- 
pedient, perhaps we should say imperative — since neces- 
sity must ever be subservient — at times to temporize, 
to palter, to shy at unpalatable truths. And we repeat, 
its "flame lacked oil." Never a single issue did the 
forma Weekly exhibit in its make-up the workings 

of a comprehensive and responsible editorial mind. If 
it had any real insight into events, any real grasp of 
essential principles, any true courage, they were not 
reflected in its pages. Its writing was "scrappy," per- 
sonal, trivial, weak. Even in its best mood, and it was 
for the most part righteous-minded, it was without 
sparkle or force. Like the Rev. Amos Barton, it 
thought itself strong, but it did not feel itself strong. 
It was, of course, a disappointment to those who had 
helped to launch it, an object of contempt to those 
whom it was intended to embarrass and overwhelm. 
Ultimately, under the chagrin of neglect and disappoint- 
ment, it acquired the vices which spring from the petu- 
lance of chronic ill-temper. But if the Weekly did 
not commend itself to a public used to stronger meat, 
if after wasting its subsidy it found itself without the 
wherewithal to live, the coterie of amiable gentlemen 
who have conducted and lived upon it this two years 
and a half have happily ingratiated themselves with 
certain powers that be. It is gratifying to know that 
they are to be taken care of by the incoming reform 
administration of State affairs. They are, we are told, 
to be given minor posts in the State service, places 
where limited powers and commonplace gifts will not 
serve as a bar to a reasonable prosperity, nor as an 
embarrassment in the face of high-blown pretensions. 

Governor Johnson. 

It would be pleasant to write cheerfully and hope- 
fully of the new State administration which came into 
formal being on Tuesday night of the current week 
through the inauguration of Governor Hiram W. John- 
son. But the truth of history compels the Argonaut 
to record that at the very outset of his official life 
Governor Johnson has exhibited the infirmities of judg- 
ment and the vices of political thought and habit which 
in serious minds discredited his candidacy last year. 
Even before taking office Mr. Johnson cut him- 
self loose from the party in whose name he sought 
and won the governorship. In a semi-public address 
at San Francisco last week he declared that his reliance 
for support was not so much upon the Republican 
party as upon the "advanced" elements in it and in 
other parties; and the concluding remarks of his in- 
augural, delivered in the State Capitol on Tuesday 
night, reecho this suggestion. We have, then, a gov- 
ernor claiming character as a Republican, who none 
the less rejects party obligation to the extent of an- 
nouncing his dependence for counsel and support upon 
the more radical elements in all parties, the same being 
a minority even of that minority by which he was 
carried into office. 

In his inaugural address Governor Johnson illustrates 
his character as a radical extremist by a sweeping plan 
to substitute appointive for elective officials in some 
half-dozen or more branches of the State government. 
The Attorney-Generalship is now, like the Governor- 
ship, an elective office ; Governor Johnson would have 
the Attorney-General appointed by the Governor. 
Likewise, the Secretaryship of State is an elective 
office; Governor Johnson, sneeringly characterizing the 
Secretary as a "head clerk," would have that office filled 
by appointment at the hands of the Governor. And 
so with the State Printer, the Clerkship of the Supreme 
Court, the Surveyor-Generalship, the Superintendency 
of Public Instruction, "every attorneyship of the State 
that now exists, of commissions, boards and officials." 
All these Governor Johnson would have appointed by 
the Governor, to the end of consolidating and cen- 
tralizing the authorities and powers of the State gov- 
ernment in the executive office. In consideration of 
the fact that "theoretically at least" the State Controller 
is a "check upon the other officials of the State," he 
would leave that officer in his present independence. 
We may infer, since Governor Johnson does not spe- 
cifically include the legislative and judicial departments, 
that he is willing for the present at least to permit the 

Justices of the Supreme Court and the membership of 
the State Legislature to be chosen by the people in the 
good old way. When it is considered thai the Governor 
of California now. through the Board of Examiners, 
through the appointment of governing boards for all 
public institutions, through the power of veto, and 
through his practical control of the public purse, is sin- 
gularly the master of State affairs. Governor Johnson's 
scheme of still further augmenting his responsibilities 
would seem to be carrying the idea of centralization 
rather far. Far at least, it would seem, for one who 
noisily represents that brood of novel and questionable 
devices which has been planned to bring government 
"closer to the people." 

Failing to distinguish between the proprieties of an 
official address and those of a stump speech. Governor 
Johnson makes his inaugural the vehicle for a highly 
wrought appeal in behalf of all the half-cooked political 
novelties which have been proposed by the bolder and 
least responsible element in the field of political 
tinkering. The Initiative, the Referendum, the Recall 
— all these, and whatever incidental "isms" go with 
them, Mr. Johnson would have set up in California in 
extreme forms, supplemented by amendments to our 
direct primary law, likewise calculated to break down 
and eliminate the strength and order which lie in polit- 
ical organization. He favors "the Oregon plan," a 
plan which has made political chaos in a neighboring 
State, which so far from enforcing the "will of the 
people" has given to a State overwhelmingly Repub- 
lican in sentiment two Democratic governors in suc- 
cession with one Democratic and one Populist senator 
in the national councils. 

Equally extraordinary in Mr. Johnson's address is a 
direct and positive arraignment of one large businesi 
interest in California, the Southern Pacific Railroad. 
Now, the Southern Pacific Railroad may be derelict on 
various scores, and if so it is the duty of Mr. Johnson 
as Governor of the State to call it to account at proper 
times and in proper ways. As a lawyer, Mr. Johnson 
should know when are the proper times and what arc 
the proper ways; as Governor he should hold himself 
in an attitude of judicial impartiality and reserve as well 
as in an attitude of judicial precision and severity. But 
is it in order that one who goes to the seat of judgment 
and authority should bring with him ready prepared, 
signed and sealed, a verdict of conviction and to declare 
it even in that brief interval between taking the oath of 
office and taking his seat in the governor's swivel chair? 
We speak not for the Southern Pacific Railroad; if that 
organization has abused its powers, let its crimes be 
determined and let it be penalized as it may deserve. 
But may not a business interest justly claim itself 
aggrieved when the Governor of the State in the first 
half-hour of his official life singles it out for direct 
and embittered assault ? And is not such an assault 
more likely by its impropriety and frenzy to create 
sympathy even where sympathy may not be deserved, 
than to carry forward a cause of justice and righteous- 

But most extraordinary of all the features of this 
curiously aberrant inaugural is that in which the in- 
coming governor pre-arraigns and pre-convicts officials 
of State for faults and crimes — in prospect. Creating 
not one bogey but many of official inefficiency and dere- 
liction, the new governor declares his enmity to them 
all. "It matters not," he says, "how powerful the indi- 
vidual may be who is in the service of the State, nor 
how much wealth and influence there may be behind 
him ... I shall attack him the more readily because 
of his power and his influence and the wealth behind 
him." This heroic outburst might come with a cer- 
tain approval upon the heel of delinquencies detected. 
but it is amazing truly when we remember that il 
relates to things still in the womb of the future. To 
the normally constituted mind it would appear quite 
sufficient in this modern St. George if he wer 


January 7, 1911. 

deter slaying his dragon until after he catches him. 
It may not unwisely be suggested that Governor John- 
son will know more when he has been in office for 
awhile than he does now. Possibly he may discover 
that crimes are not punishable, not even censurable, 
until thev are committed. Possibly, too, he may 
discover that there are other interests in California 
besides those of an intemperate political radicalism. 
And yet this may be doubted. A man capable of 
an utterance so illogical, so extravagant, so out of 
time, place, propriety, may never be able to get off his 
high horse and come near enough to solid ground, to 
see things in the light of reality and simplicity. 

O'Keefe and Hawaii. 

Commissioner of Labor O'Keefe, whose name gives 
a psychological impression of his views on industrial 
questions, is back from Hawaii with blood in his eye. 
Like his unionized predecessor, Mr. Sargent, he found 
a state of things there which, if he can not improve, 
he means to use as an irritant. In a recent conference 
with Mayor McCarthy and other economists of that 
ilk Mr. O'Keefe painted a very dismal picture. White 
labor, he said, had no show in Hawaii; pauper wages 
prevailed and the cost of living was 60 per cent greater 
than it is here. If the planters succeeded in import- 
ing enough more Filipinos the chance for white labor 
regaining lost ground would not be worth taking. Such 
an influx of undesirable aliens, the commissioner 
thought, ought to be stopped, so the planters might be 
forced to employ white men at "American wages," who, 
as he seemed to think, had been forced by coolies out 
of the right to hold the jobs. Xot being a constitu- 
tional lawyer, Mr. O'Keefe did not say how the "little 
brown brothers" of President Taft could be kept by 
legal process from the pursuit of employment anywhere 
in American jurisdiction: and he also failed to quote 
specific cases of white Americans ever having worked 
in sugar-cane fields or wanting to at any wages. But 
perhaps these were unimportant matters of detail he 
meant to leave to the merely inquisitive. 

Xow let us understand the truth about the modern 
sugar industry. It is one that can only live by cheap 
labor. Formerly sugar was a luxury and cost a dollar 
a pound. Now the retail price ranges from fifteen to 
seventeen pounds for a dollar. Colored labor, of the 
kind inured to the tropics, brought this economic con- 
dition about and is maintaining it; and it is to the 
interest of all who consume sugar, particularly the 
poor, that the price should not materially advance. 

Hawaii in its production of cane sugar competes 
with Louisiana, Brazil, the Philippines, Cuba, Porto 
Rico, Java, India, and a few other hot countries. Xe- 
groes and Orientals do the wage w r ork. If Hawaii 
were to adopt "American wages," meaning a union 
labor scale, it could not sell its dear sugar in competi- 
tion with the product of Cuba, the Philippines, and 
Louisiana at all, and would have to go out of the 
business, with no recourse except to other specialized 
tropical products, including coffee, which also require 
cheap labor. There would, of course, be no gain to the 
white man by the change. Indeed, the thousands of 
white men in Hawaii who live directly or indirectly 
from the sugar business would either have to leave the 
islands or stay there with nothing to do; and in the 
end American influence would be represented in the 
group by a garrison isolated among tens of thousands 
of drifting Orientals. 

The kind of white men for whom Commissioner 
O'Keefe affects to speak does not exist in Hawaii and 
never has. American white men no more clamor for 
work in Hawaiian cane fields than they do on Louisiana 
plantations. They do not want such work at any price. 
Effort has been made to draw them in, but it is no 
use. Some of the sugar estates will take, at a good 
figure, all the cane an American white man will raise 
and lend him the land to till; but they are yet to find 
one who will take hold and work, least of all one of 
the labor-union species. Such a man has been willing. 
in some instances, to accept land and hire Japanese to 
till it for him. but personally he regards work in the 
cane fields as fit for coolies only. Russian white 
men and Galicians have fallen down in efforts to make 
good; and Portuguese, only part Caucasian, of whom 
Hawaii has imported some thousands, invariably leave 
the cane fields when they have saved enough money to 
enable them to move into town or on to the American 

This oes not mean that the plantations ill-treat 
'.. .ie average wage, as the census of 1900 

showed, is the same as that of unskilled laborers 
throughout the United States. In addition shelter, 
fuel, and medical attendance are given free. The lowest 
cash wage for the man with the hoe, about $16 a 
month, is four times what the Japanese field hand gets 
at home; and he is enabled to save so much from it 
that one of the complaints made against him by former 
commissioner Sargent is that he has been annually 
sending to Japan from Hawaii from $250,000 to $500,- 
000. There is, of course, no truth in O'Keefe's yarn 
about the cost of living being 60 per cent higher than it 
is in California. In the matter of clothes, shelter, and 
fuel it is lower — at least to the coolie class. Otherwise 
the prices are those of California with the ocean freight 
rate of $3 a ton added. 

These conditions, as compared with those in any 
other sugar-producing country, are ideal; and any 
attempt to disturb them along the lines advocated by 
Commissioner O'Keefe would be a crime against an 
industry from which the people of America, without 
doing harm to any white interest, are deriving the 
advantage of a cheap staple in an era of high prices. 
And if labor unionism finds that the white people of 
Hawaii have come to prefer Japanese artisans, who 
neither strike nor boycott, to the sort of organized 
mechanics who have produced the conditions under 
which San Francisco is suffering and which threaten 
Los Angeles, that is not a subject which Mr. O'Keefe 
will be at all likely to induce the government to legis- 
late against. 

Seattle Scores Against San Francisco. 

On the 22d of December the Navy Department at 
Washington opened bids for two caissons, one to be 
built at Pearl Harbor, Hawaiian Islands, the other at 
the Puget Sound Navy Yard. There were many bids, 
but of this number two are of special interest here be- 
cause they exhibit the relative prices for the same work 
at Seattle and San Francisco. For the Pearl Har- 
bor job the bid of the Moran Company of Seattle 
was $110,000; that of the Union Iron Works of San 
Francisco, $134,675. For the Puget Sound job the bid 
of the Moran Company of Seattle was $125.000 ; that of 
the Union Iron Works of San Francisco. $141,695. 
Even allowing something on the score of proximity in 
the case of the Puget Sound job, we have here a strik- 
ing showing of the relative deamess of the San Fran- 
cisco market as compared with the Seattle market. 

There is no mystery about this difference. It re- 
lates directly to labor conditions as they affect industry 
in the two cities. The industry of Seattle is organized 
upon a basis of relatively longer hours and relatively 
lower wages. In San Francisco industry is organized 
upon a basis of relatively shorter hours and relatively 
higher wages. We will not undertake to say where the 
rights and wrongs of this adjustment belong. Be that 
as it may, the city which pays the higher rates of wages 
for relatively shorter hours can not compete with the 
city which pays lower wages for longer hours of service. 
Wherever Seattle and San Francisco come into com- 
petition, and they come into competition with respect 
to Pacific Ocean work, Seattle will surely have the 
preference because her manufacturers can make better 

It is only a little while ago that San Francisco em- 
ployed upwards of twenty-two thousand men in her 
metal works industries; today we are told she employs 
in the neighborhood of three thousand. The reason 
for this difference is that San Francisco has lost her 
business — lost it because she can not compete under the 
conditions of industry here with Seattle, Portland, and 
Los Angeles, under the conditions of industry at these 

These truths are not new. They have been stated 
before. We restate them upon the basis of the bids 
above referred to simply for emphasis. It needs to be 
borne in upon our people — our manufacturers, our 
bankers, our individual capitalists, our real estate 
owners, our wholesalers, our retailers, even our poli- 
ticians, that San Francisco under her present industrial 
arrangements stands at a disadvantage compared with 
her rivals at the north and at the south. We shall not 
regain our business unless one of two things shall hap- 
pen; either our industrial conditions must be brought 
to match those of our rivals; or the conditions under 
which our rivals work must be brought to match ours. 
Otherwise we shall speedily lose even what remains to 
us of our metal works industries. 

Xo good can come from shutting our eyes to facts 
i under which one of the basic productive industries of 

San Francisco is rapidly disintegrating. Unless some- 
thing shall be done to equalize conditions up and down 
the coast, even the names of those great establishments 
which have so long stood as a support to San Francisco 
will be forgotten. 

Ex-Governor Gillett. 

The dinner given to Retiring Governor Gillett by 
some hundreds of citizens last week was a proper and 
fit recognition of service honorably rendered. Gov- 
ernor Gillett came into office in the year following the 
disaster, therefore under circumstance involving ex- 
ceptional and trying problems. He has sustained the 
responsibility of his office- with singular devotion and 
thoroughness. He turns over the affairs of the State 
to his successor in the best possible shape. There is 
no State debt; on the contrary there is a large surplus 
in the treasury. There have been no scandals in con- 
nection with State affairs. The tax rate is the lowest 
in many years. In brief, the administration of Gov- 
ernor Gillett has been prompt and efficient. At all 
points it has sustained the public responsibilities and 
given to enterprise the assurances which make for se- 
curity and stability. 

In saying thus much to the credit of an eminently 
worthy public official there must be added a word of 
regret that Governor Gillett should have followed the 
bad example of his predecessor in certain "snap judg- 
ment" appointments in the concluding days of his 
official life. The temptation was great, undoubtedly. 
and precedent appeared in a way to justify concession 
to it None the less there would have been a higher 
dignity and a finer propriety in leaving these posts in 
the State government to expire by limitation and to be 
filled in due order by the new governor. If this criti- 
cism smacks of a counsel of perfection, it may never- 
theless be in order, if for no other reason than that 
these appointments in some measure stand in contrast 
to the general character and tone of Governor Gillett's 
administration of State affairs. 

Congress and the Tariff. 

If anything in the line of systematic and wholesome 
reform of the tariff laws of the country is to be had 
in the near future it must come to pass within the next 
sixty days; for on the 4th of March Congress will 
become a body of separate counsels and divided pur- 
poses. The Republican party, in its last national plat- 
form, and through other mediums scarcely less authori- 
tative, promised the country certain tariff revisions 
which it has not satisfactorily achieved and in some 
instances has not attempted to carry out. The common 
sense of the country has seen this in spite of the claims 
of party leaders, not excepting the President, and in 
the late elections the country clearly expressed its re- 
sentment. But there is time in the next two months 
for the Republican party to redeem its pledges and at 
least set going machinery calculated to revise the tariff 
downward. This can be done in certain conspicuous 
schedules, notably those of wool and woolen goods, 
where there is no question, even with Mr. Taft, as to 
what is needed. Concurrently the suggestion of re- 
vision schedule by schedule — a method which Messrs. 
Lodge, Aldrich, and Payne are said to have accepted — 
could be carried into practical effect. There is plenty 
of time. Indeed there is little else for Congress to do 
in the short session, as the programme of the execu- 
tive, so far as given out, goes no further than to add 
a special policy of retrenchment. 

But the work must not be postponed; the next Con- 
gress can give no promise of its fulfillment. The Demo- 
crats, by their victory, have only gained control of the 
House of Representatives. The Senate and the Presi- 
dency are in Republican hands. And the House ma- 
jority, uncoordinated and by no means a unit for tariff 
revision, may be expected to hinder rather than help. 
The Democratic members stand each for some high 
protective schedule in his own district, a fact which had 
vivid illustration while the Aldrich-Payne tariff was 
being framed and which added measurably to its delin- 
quencies. Besides, these Democrats have the habit of 
working apart. Their leadership is vague, they have no 
consistent part}- policy and no power to create one; 
and with all their high pretensions the outlook for 
practical results from them in the cause of tariff reform 
seems hopeless. 

There is but one other vital question with which 
this Congress is called upon to deal and that is economy 
in government, a reform for which President Taft has 
pointed the way and to which his party might wisely 

January 7, 1911. 


devote itself. Since President McKinley's time there 
has heen a reckless enlargement in public expenditure; 
but now, after careful study and with the aid of ex- 
perts, President Taft lias found a way to lessen the 
outgo by the sum of $300,000,000. He has also re- 
duced the deficit in the postal service and has increased 
the tariff revenues by compelling obedience to the law. 
The cooperation of this Congress in the general plan 
of retrenchment would help to restore to the Republican 
party the confidence it has lost. Too much has been 
made of the fact that this is a "billion-dollar country"; 
that it can stand prodigal outlay ; too little of the fact 
that the people who pay the bills measure the cost of 
government by their own accepted standards of 
prudence and self-restraint. If the Democrats should 
finally get control of both houses of Congress and of 
the administration, they will be wanting in sagacity if 
they do not make the contrast between recent Repub- 
lican financial methods and their own redound to their 
political advantage; and the only way to prevent the 
comparison from being odious is for the Republicans 
to signalize the closing weeks of their full control of 
Congress by reducing public expenditure, as the Presi- 
dent desires, to a purely business basis. 

The Dangers of Aviation. 

Two deaths were added, on the last day of the year, 
to the long list of aviation tragedies. At Xew Orleans. 
John B. Moisant, while manoeuvring his machine in a 
capricious wind, was thrown out of it at a height of 
one hundred feet and instantly killed. Arch Hoxsey. 
at Los Angeles, fell with his biplane a distance of 563 
feet. The wind had caught the machine at an angle of 
descent and made it unmanageable. The two accidents 
ended a record of thirty-one fatalities for the year and 
thirty-six for the three years in which men have been 
flying in heavier-than-air devices. 

This is a sad and startling roll, but it does not mean 
that the development of aviation will even pause. For 
every dead adventurer are a score of hardy young fel- 
lows who want to learn the flying art. They know 
that, the principle of the biplane having been solved, 
the rest is a mere matter of development, as was the 
case with automobiles, and that, in the end, the speed 
vehicle of the air may be as safe as the speed vehicle 
of the highway. The first three years of automobiles 
saw many tragedies. The "devil-wagons" blew up or 
became unmanageable and thrust their drivers and pas- 
sengers to death or injury; but they have been so im- 
proved since that their death records now are due, 
chiefly, to the carelessness of those in use of them. 
With caution, most automobile accidents might be 
avoided; and the same will probably be true of the 
vicissitudes of the ships of the sky. 

Science will now turn its attention to the develop- 
ment of a stronger aeroplane. Experts say that machines 
of the type in which Hoxsey and Moisant met their 
fate were not sufficiently reinforced. They need more 
wires and more braces, so that whatever the fury of the 
sudden gale may be, the wings can be depended upon to 
do their duty. It is possible that engines may be made 
lighter with no loss of propulsive strength ; and there are 
vistas of achievement in a certain combination of the 
lighter-than-air principle with the heavier one and with 
the automatic parachute. But all this may safely be 
left to the inventor. His most arduous task was done 
when he solved the main problem, that of directed 
flight. Beyond it, in the sphere of safety, the task is 
easier; and we may well believe that, in the next few 
years, the aviator will not be classed by the life insur- 
ance people as a more hazardous risk than those who 
direct rapid communication ashore or afloat. 

Editorial Notes. 
A local newspaper, which is devoting column after 
column to the criticism of Stanford University, does 
not give the impression that what it really wants is 
increased efficiency in that institution. Apparently it 
is more anxious to "punish" somebody than it is to 
secure reform. Let us add that the reform most ob- 
viously needed in both our universities is that of strict 
attention to legitimate duties on the part of those in 
authority; and the manifest application of this idea 
implies less attention to outside and extraneous things. 
It is not the function of a college president to be a 
great man away from home so much as to be an efficient 
man at home. It is not so much his proper business 
to regulate the affairs of the universe as to give his 
time and energies to the affairs of his college. Serving 
on commissions, writing books and making newspaper 

interviews, regulating politics, being a conspicuous 
figure in wide spheres — these things no doubt have a 
certain charm, but they do not make for efficiency in 
the things for which universities are organized and 
sustained. Absent treatment is bad for a university 
just as it is bad for a business or for anything else in 
this world which calls for a firm and persistent hand 
on the helm. 

Governor Dix of New York takes a modest view of 
the causes which led to his election. The people, he 
says, chose him because "they are weary of lawyers' 
and politicians' law and want some business, man's 
law," and this he proposes to give to them. "This year 
and next," says the governor, "so far as I can control 
the situation, there will be fewer new laws, and all 
those now on the books will be enforced." This sounds 
good, and it is in line with the recent utterances of 
President Taft to the effect that it is time to take stock 
of the laws we have, before proceeding to new schemes 
of "regulation." The New York Times, in commenting 
on Governor Dix's platform, remarks that it might be 
well to go further — to repeal about a thousand laws 
and to enact some half-dozen in place of them. One 
thing needed in the enactment of new laws, it remarks, 
is enactments "that will really do what they are planned 
to do instead of interfering with the business and 
progress of the country." 

The French government, casting about for means to 
prevent general strikes with the widespread loSs and 
demoralization involved in them, proposes to set up an 
official conciliation commission composed of representa- 
tives of industrial workmen on the one hand and rep 
resentatives of the public service corporations on the 
other. When conciliation fails compulsory arbitration 
is provided for, the principle being introduced that 
when the arbitral sentence imposes an additional charge 
the corporation concern can indicate the method where 
by it can obtain compensation, either by raising rates 
or by other means. The report by which these meas- 
ures are recommended quotes the declaration of the 
rights of man to prove that public services have been 
instituted for the public good, not for the benefit of 
those to whom they have been confided. The deduction 
is that the interruption of public service is a crime, at 
the same time it is admitted that public service em- 
ployees, like other workers, have a right to the 
amelioration of any grievances under which they may 
suffer. The means of conciliation and arbitration pro- 
vided are described in the report as weapons "as pow- 
erful as the strike." The report emphasizes the gen- 
eral evil of strikes, which it likens to the wars of bar- 
barism. It points out that the moral tendencies of the 
world are against violence, as manifested by the wide- 
spread growth of the movement for the peaceful settle- 
ment of international disputes, and it argues that the 
twentieth century marks the dawn of arbitration as the 
solution of both international and social war. 

the pen as potent in genius as those of Frederick him- 
self. On the other hand, the effort may indicate that 
William II is training himself to compete with Grubb 
Street in the event of his being obliged to join the dis- 
tinguished circle of monarchs out of business. 

The Portland newspapers are congratulating the 
community upon the report that Mr. H. C. Merritt, a 
Pasadena capitalist who has been denied the privilege 
of putting up an office building in Los Angeles "pat- 
terned partly after the Spreckels Building in San Fran- 
cisco, but far more beautiful," has determined to erect 
the building at Portland. Passing over the somewhat 
ambitious idea of a building "far more beautiful" than 
the preeminently beautiful building in San Francisco, 
we question if Portland will be the gainer for inaugu- 
rating a fashion of very high buildings. We have a 
good many buildings of this type in San Francisco, 
and perhaps nobody would be more pleased than their 
owners if they had never been built. There is, indeed, 
some excuse for it in New York and elsewhere where 
ground space is limited by natural conditions. But 
surely, values can not have reached a standard in Port- 
land justifying extreme high construction. It is fur- 
ther to be considered that the streets of Portland are 
narrow and that a few high buildings in close conjunc- 
tion would make effects anything but agreeable or 

Ever restless in the pursuit of new distinctions, the 
Kaiser is now reported to have turned historian and 
to be zealously at work upon a biography of Frederick 
the Great. Most people would have thought that Car- 
lyle's ten volumes had exhausted that topic onc<- 
for all, but William II is evidently of anothe- 
Or it may be that this bid for literary fai 
to show the German people that the T ". 

Hats off to the management of the Washington and 
Jefferson College, of Washington, Pennsylvania! It 
recently developed that the will of a former graduate 
of Washington and Jefferson College bequeathed to 
that institution the sum of $40,000, in addition to a 
former gift of $10,000. Looking into the affairs of 
decedent, the authorities of the college discovered that 
the widow and the six children of the donor needed 
the money far more than the college, and so at the 
suggestion of the president, J. D. Moffat, the trustees 
have declined the $40,000, on the ground that "to 
accept it would so diminish the estate as to leave 
an insufficient amount for the support of the widow 
and her children." It is believed that in making his 
will, the donor over-estimated the value of his estate. 
But whatever the cause, people of right views the coun- 
try over will respect an institution which declines to 
put into its own coffers funds which in necessity and 
justice belong elsewhere. 

John D. Rockefeller's latest gift of $10,000,000 to 
the Chicago University runs up the total of his cash 
bestowals upon that institution to $35,000,000, the larg- 
est sum ever given by any one man to any institution, 
and the largest sum ever given by anybody to a school 
of learning. The Chicago University is, through Mr. 
Rockefeller's gifts, financially prosperous, and in other 
ways it is taking its place as an important institution of 
learning. But none the less, its character has yet to 
be made. It falls short in general standing of half a 
dozen schools, of greater age to be sure, but in other 
ways less completely equipped for its work. Not even 
the over-generous endowment of the richest man in the 
world can give to a school the kind of character, the 
tradition, the atmosphere, which comes from years of 
achievement. It is no more possible to bring into 
existence a college full-grown and full-armed than it is 
to bring into existence a man in the maturity of stature 
and powers. It takes years, and years heaped upon 
years, to bring about that coordination of force, that 
impetus of fixed development, which makes for inter- 
nal solidity and for external confidence. 

If we may believe the dispatches from Mexico, the 
insurgents have recently been getting the better of the 
fighting. They are reported to have won some half- 
dozen "battles," although we may well pause before 
regarding these engagements too seriously. Probably 
in all these encounters together, only a few hundred 
bare-footed peons and a less number of national troops 
have been involved. However, it appears that Diaz, 
strong as he is in other respects, is weak at the point 
of competent military assistance. Probably, like many 
another in his situation since the beginning of govern- 
ment among men, he has been careful to restrict the 
development of real military capacity among his 
subordinates. Strong always in his own military pow- 
ers, he has probably preferred to have no possible rival 
in his own ranks. Now, when he grows old and when 
he needs competent men to lead his forces, he is 
embarrassed by the lack of them. The best soldiers, 
it appears, are on the other side with the insurgents — 
and this is what is the matter with the situation as it 
stands. However, there can be no serious doubt about 
the outcome. The insurgent forces are bands of 
mountaineers without the resources for sustained war- 
fare, without anything, in fact, excepting the courage 
and the will to fight. Diaz is backed by the prog'- 
sive and intelligent elements of the countrv w\ 
that the interests of peace and industry ar 
bound up with the existing system ] 
with the situation at clos : ' 
fidence in the outcome, 
safety of American 
surrection is mere" 
tical effect no- 
and sustain the 



January 7, 1911. 


By Henry C. Shelley. 

"Thirty-Six Hours in America" will probably be the title 
of the volume in which the English journalist, W. R. Holt, 
will undoubtedly sum up the impressions of his day and a 
half in the United States. Meanwhile the London newspaper 
for which he attempted the "record" feat of traveling some 
seven thousand miles in twelve days offers a first installment 
of its representative's lightning glimpses of America. As 
soon as he reached New York he made a dash for the capital 
in a special train : 

President Taft had a Cabinet meeting, and therefore no 
ordinary callers were admitted, but when he learned of my 
mission he kindly consented to see me for a few minutes. 
I had the interesting experience of seeing him deal with the 
grievances of a deputation of tradesmen who had brought 
a petition to represent that the increased hours of the gov- 
ernment offices prevented clerks from spending money in the 
shops. The President's eyes twinkled and he stood in an 
easy attitude listening to their grievances. He slyly pointed 
out that Washington did not exist only in the interests of 
shopkeepers and then promised to consider the matter and 
handed the memorial to an amused secretary. 

In came a senator, introducing a blushing bride and bride- 
groom. The President, gallantry itself, courteously saluted 
the bride and favored her with his widely celebrated smile, 
mentioning that weddings did not seem complete nowadays 
until the bride had been congratulated by the President. 

Next came my turn. The President greeted me with a 
warm handclasp and a big laugh in recognition of my wild 
dash to see him. "It reminds me," he said, "of my first trip 
across the Atlantic in the old Ger mania. Aboard was a Lon- 
don merchant, returning home after two days in America. 
He was disgusted with us and all our ways. I suggested he 
had not given us time to demonstrate our virtues. He snorted 
and replied that he had had enough of America to last him 
for the rest of his natural life. 

"He complained that they had charged him a guinea cab 
fare from the boat to the hotel, and then gave him oysters not 
fit for consumption. He said to the waiter, 'These oysters 
are all right for size, they are as big as babies, but they have 
no flavor and taste just like nothing at all.' 'No flavor?' re- 
plied the waiter. 'Wait till you strike a bad one !' I hope," 
said the President, "your impressions will be more favorable 
than that." 

As he was in too much of a hurry to more than glance in- 
side the Congressional Library Mr. Holt must not be expected 
to have any views as to the mural decoration of that stately 
building. And for the matter of that is it not probable that 
Americans themselves are taking for granted the notable 
results which have been achieved in the adornment of the 
public buildings of their land ? Not so, however, Selwyn 
Brinton, who has rendered a good service to American art by 
a collective appraisement of what has been accomplished 
within the last generation in the mural decoration of capitols, 
public libraries, institutes, and the like. In England, as Mr. 
Brinton notes, the formative arts are starved for lack of 
adequate private and public support, but in this country, he 
adds, a movement is in progress "which is creating a great 
school of decorative painting and sculpture, which is filling 
the land with palaces, not of private delight only, but of 
public pleasure and profit ; and reviving for modern life the 
great Renaissance tradition of the 'Stanze' and the Sistine 

Until some one writes an adequate volume on the subject, 
and takes care that it is fully and suitably illustrated, few 
Americans will realize what vast sums of money and what 
rare gifts of genius have been expended in adorning the 
public buildings of their land. It is true most people are 
aware of the wealth of decoration which has been lavished 
on the Congressional Library, and the fame of the mural 
decorations of the Boston Public Library is fairly wide- 
spread, but the riches of Baltimore's State House, of Minne- 
sota's capitol at St. Paul, and the governor's reception room 
at Harrisburg — to mention but a few — are unknown to the 
majority. Just as the Century and Harper's and Scribner's 
magazines have been invaluable occasions for the creation 
of American schools of illustration, so the public and private 
generosity which has provided funds for mural decoration on 
a large scale in public buildings has given vitality to a move- 
ment which must have an incalculable effect on American art. 
Is not the movement also a welcome proof that there is an 
increasing tendency to turn away from the vulgar spending 
of money in mere personal ways for show or amusement? 
Many Americans are beginning to learn how helpless is the 
man who is rich in money but poor in imagination and taste. 

For the sake of its ancient historical associations, and 

notably for its connection with the beneficent life of Alfred 

the Great, the royal city of Winchester is almost as much 

a favorite with the American pilgrim in England as that 

Chester which is supposed to be an imperative objective for 

the tourist. Yet how few of those who visit the old minster 

■;d "ander through the quaint streets of the one-time capital 

; id are aware that they are in the near vicinity of 

; i [ue interest to American citizens. 

-'■inc that at the venerable retreat of St. Cross 

.i 1 the footsteps of Emerson, but that 

\y be found, standing a little back 

»n by a high ivy-clad wall, that 

~>orabIy associated with the 

Franklin's famous 

. he expected "the 

■e," Twyford 

,i of St. Asaph, 

\->... , i tught 


■ if 

Tribune's anticipatory list of the centenaries due to be cele- 
brated this year. Of course there will not be such a crop 
of hundredth anniversaries as distinguished 1909, but the 
roll will hardly be so meagre as the Tribune imagines. Per- 
haps its most serious omission from the standpoint of Ameri- 
can history is the ignoring of the name of Harriet Beecher 
Stowe, who was born in 1811. Then it may be taken for 
granted that the hundredth anniversary of Thackeray's birth 
will arrest as much attention in the United States as in Eng- 
land. In the Tribune list are the names of Charles Sumner, 
Wendell Phillips, Horace Greeley, Delia S. Bacon, Elisha 
Otis (the inventor of the elevator), and Isaac M. Singer, of 
sewing machine fame. Looking a year ahead it may be noted 
that among the distinguished men whose centenary falls in 
1912 are two writers — Robert Browning and Charles Dickens 
— who may count upon adequate commemoration on both 
sides of the Atlantic. That year will also mark the two 
hundredth anniversary of the birth of Rousseau. 

As a contrast to that simple but impressive ceremony of 
inauguration which takes place at Washington every fourth 
March the 4th nothing could be more suggestive of antique 
customs than the seemingly childish rites observed in con- 
nection with the coronation of the new King of Siam. Even 
the dates and hours had to be divined by the astrologers, 
who were particular to the exact second at which certain 
things were to be done. Having hit upon the right day, they 
found that 9h. 33m. 56s. a. m. was the crucial moment for 
the new king to take his ceremonial bath, and that he must 
ascend his throne exactly at lh. 9m. 43s. p. m. An eye- 
witness gives this curious picture of the proceedings: 

In the early morning the king, clad from head to foot in 
white, attended a series of Buddhist services, which were 
conducted in various halls of the palace, and at about 9:15 
a. m. was borne by state palanquin to the Hall of Judgment 
of Indra, in which all the royal princes and ministers of state 
were assembled. Here the king, alighting from his palan- 
quin, lighted some candles, after which he retired for a few 
minutes into a species of dressing-room, from which he 
emerged and took his seat upon an octagonal dais, the faces 
of which were square to the principal points of the compass, 
and which, according to the official programme, is known as 
the "Uthum-porn Raja Art." 

His majesty first faced the southeast, after which the whole 
was inclosed with curtains, and, after a Brahmin had uttered 
an invocation, the water was turned on in shower-bath fashion. 
This was done eight times, the king facing in a different 
direction each time. Suddenly there came a blast of un- 
earthly music from a body of priests performing upon conch- 
shells, three very ancient and ornate bronze cannon in the 
palace courtyard were each fired twenty-one times, and this 
gave the signal to the batteries of artillery outside the palace 
walls and to the ships of the fleet assembled in the river to 
fire salutes of one hundred and twenty-one guns. At the 
same time the priests in all the temples of the city beat bells 
and gongs with wooden mallets, while bands everywhere 
struck up the national anthem. 

Henry Arthur Jones is surely the most genial subject ever 
tackled by the American interviewer. Under reasonable con- 
ditions, he is always approachable, and rare are the occasions 
when he is not ready to talk about that craft of playwriting 
in which he has attained such distinguished success. In his 
latest interview he actually gives away the secret of his 
vocation : "If a young dramatist came to me and asked me 
what books he should study to find out how to write a play, 
I would tell him: 'Study Aristotle's Poetics.' His three or 
four great leading rules are a perfect guide in writing a per- 
manently successful play." In the classification of plays Mr. 
Jones adopts a simpler tabulation than that favored by the 
wordy Polonius : 

As a matter of fact, there are only two great kinds of 
dramatic art, comedy and tragedy. 

Comedy is derived from the observation of life. It should 
be mainly realistic, and should try to picture the manners, 
vices, and follies of the times. It should have a definite, 
conventional, happy ending. 

Tragedy is derived from the experience of life. It should 
have a definite, unhappy, conventional ending. It should not 
be realistic. It should be mainly imaginative. In spite of 
the great work of Ibsen, I am inclined to say that there is 
no such thing as realistic tragedy. I am speaking, of course, 
of the two great classic forms. But modern Englishmen and 
Americans can scarcely be called classic — at any rate, at 
present — and I am afraid aspiring dramatists must be content 
at present with giving their audiences something less than 
classic masterpieces. 

How slowly the researches of the genealogists reach the 
popular biographers! The latest sketch of the first President 
makes the statement that "in England the Washingtons were 
not prominent, and lived a quiet and respectable existence 
in no degree distinguished from their neighbors," which seems 
to do less than justice to that Laurence Washington whose 
services to his county and the state were of sufficient impor- 
tance to win for him from Henry VIII the substantial manor 
of Sulgrave. That same early Washington, too, was twice 
mayor of the important town of Northampton. 

If the plans of certain ambitious spirits in the 
Rhenish-Westphalian industrial district are carried out, 
Berlin will shortly lose its position as the largest city 
in Germany. They have mapped out a scheme for 
amalgamating fifteen towns, which will create a metrop- 
olis with an imposing population of more than 2,500,000 
souls. Berlin numbers only 2,150,000 or thereabouts. 
The towns which plan this raid on Berlin's metropoli- 
tan preeminence are Essen, Dusseldorf, Hagen, Elber- 
feld, Barmen, Witten, Dortmund, Bochum, Gelsen- 
kirchen, Wattenscheld, Heme, Hattingen, Mulheim, 
Duisburg, and Oberhausen. Much water will flow be- 
neath the bridges of Berlin's placid Spree before the 
^-"Westphalian scheme fructifies, but they are de- 
ien, those giants who live in the proximity 
•orks, and the imperial capital may have 
^els after all. 


From a Well-Wisher. 

U. S. S. Severn, Navy Yard, 
Norfolk, Va., December 24, 1910. 

Editor Argonaut : In inclosing money order for a year's 
subscription to your highly valued weekly I take the oppor- 
tunity of placing myself among your many well wishers whose 
praises of the Argonaut have been sung so often that it well 
may weary the ears of the man responsible for them. I will 
therefore be brief and confine myself to complimenting you 
upon the splendid single-handed fight you are making against 
the would-be usurpations of united labor in your city. May 
you continue the good fight until you shame the daily papers 
into following your example. 

Yours for a speedy delivery of your beautiful city from 
above bondage and for a successful San Francisco World's 
Fair in 1915. I. Ermerins. 

For Thirty Years. 

Goleta, Cal„ December 24, 1910. 
Editor Argonaut : -The Argonaut did not make its ap- 
pearance yesterday, hence this note. Time may have ex- 
pired. Send back number and don't stop the goods without 
an order from this end of the line. Very truly, for thirty 
years a reader and paying subscriber. J. F. More. 

Sustaining National Rights. 
Juayua, El Salvador, December 12, 1910. 

Editor Argonaut: It is very rarely that we come to read 
from the pen of an American writer so clear appreciations, 
and above all so free from egotism and partiality in dealing 
with our weak Latin-American communities as you have so 
successfully done in your number of November 19th last. 
We have right in your national capital, Mr. W. A. Barret, the 
champion of the cause of American nationalities, and we are 
gratified to find that in the ever so well seasoned Argonaut 
we have on the opposite side of the continent a champion, 
if not entirely of our interests, at least for righteousness. 

Small as we may be, particularly this so diminutive coun- 
try, that if you glance at the map will find stands as the 
smallest independent unity on the American continent, we 
feel the natural sensations of patriotism aroused to their 
highest pitch when it comes to national interference from a 
foreign country, no matter who it be. And just as we feel 
indignant at these scandals, based on our weakness, so we 
are also as much able to feel gratified in finding in the very 
midst of a community that rarely has a word of praise for 
anything good we may do a person that not only imparts 
heavy blows to graft and lawless unions, but also defends our 
national independence. 

Please accept a word of thanks for your opportune remarks 
from your old subscriber, J. Dolores Salaverria. 

No Low Tariff. 
The Thomas Nelson Company, Incorporated. 

Stone House. Nevada, December 26. 1910. 
Editor Argonaut: I failed to get my paper last week. If 
not too much trouble please mail me another copy. 

The editorials quite agree with my views except on the 
tariff. Why advocate low tariff? We tried it under "Grover 
the good," and at various times before, and always with the 
same results — hard times. Why cry about high prices? No 
one ever saw good times when everything was cheap. The 
United States were never more prosperous than at the time 
Roosevelt discovered that we needed tariff reform. That 
proposition alone has brought more trouble to the Republican 
party than they can assimilate. Yours truly, 

Thos. Nelson. 

For Clean Plays. 

314 Seventeeth Street, 
Denver. December 12, 1910. 

Editor Argonaut : Some weeks ago I admired very much 
an article in the Argonaut in which you said outright that you 
refused to criticize the play "The Easiest Way." Il is a pity 
that other papers have not followed your example, and a 
greater pity that the public remains perhaps unappreciative 
of the stand you took. 

I was thinking of this when, a few nights ago, I witnessed 
"The Fairy Tale," presented to us here by Mme. Nazimova. 
Attracted by the title, I went to see it, although I might have 
known that anything Schnitzler would turn out would be 
anything but pleasant. You may have read the book in 
German. Unfortunately I had not. 

The play will undoubtedly be presented to you in San Fran- 
cisco, and I am hoping you will see your way clear to inform 
those who desire to see only decent plays just what will be 
offered them. I do not wish to criticize the ability of Mme. 
Nazimova, although it is somewhat discouraging to us of an 
older school to hear her pronounced a great actress. But I 
would like to utter a protest, and have you voice it for me, 
against this debasing of womanhood, this growing presenta- 
tion on our stage of low passion and its consequent evils. 
I claim that the types drawn by Ibsen, and men of his school, 
are virtually unknown in our country, and I think it is a 
matter for regret that our theatrical managers continue to 
foist these types before us, insulting those who still believe 
in cleanness, and in the higher standards of American man 
and womanhood. Our average theatre has become a sin];. 
and I see no way to make it a clean place again unless a few 
journals like your own can set people inclined to thought 
a-thinking. It may be asking you to do a hard task, but if you 
can bring about a change you will have accomplished a great 
thing, and whether you succeed or not, there will be many 
who will deem themselves grateful to you. Believe me, 

Yours very truly, Howard V. Sutherland. 

Until recently the exploration of the Sudan was im- 
possible, owing to the attitude of the natives, but last 
year the excavations of Meroe, the ancient capital of 
Ethiopa, was commenced. Perhaps the most important 
result of the early work will be the addition of 
Ethiopian to our knowledge of languages which have 
ceased to exist. A large number of inscriptions in 
hieroglyphic and curs ; ve writing have been found, and 
it has been discovered that the unknown language is 
based on an alphabetical system — a circumstance which 
will make the deciphering" of the inscriptions much 
easier than was the case with the Hittite language, 
which has occupied Professor Sayce thirty years. 

The "Seven Stars" is an inn or public house in Man- 
chester, England, which has held a license for five 
hundred and forty consecutive years. It served as 
the meeting-place for the Guy Fawkes band of conspira- 

January 7, 1911. 



New York Finds Difficulties in Sex Discrimination. 

The mythical man from Mars who should learn that 
New York forbids women to smoke cigarettes — at least 
when any one is looking — and even regards the practice 
as sufficient cause for divorce would probably assume 
that New York is the most virtuous of terrestrial 
abodes. Which shows how mistaken first impressions 
may be. Now here is an illustration of sex discrimina- 
tion in its most flagrant form, and it might be naturally 
expected that the suffragette would gird up her loins 
at the sight and wade into the fray. But not a bit of 
it. Consistency is not a female virtue, iiof a male one 
for the matter of that, and it is usually safe to believe 
that no one ever does what he, or she, may be "naturally 
expected" to do. If you tell the average suffragette 
that some woman has been ejected from a restaurant 
for smoking a cigarette she will say "serves her right," 
or words to that effect, and she will have no complaint 
against an edict that forbids woman, as woman, to do 
what men may do without a murmur of reproach. 

It was a restaurateur who began the trouble, although 
to a certain degree it is always with us, like the poor. 
He said that women might smoke to their hearts' con- 
tent in his establishment and that any one daring to 
annoy them might reckon with him. Then the voice 
of the Puritan rose above the winter gales, and it may 
be said that much practice has given it a peculiarly 
penetrative power. To hear him fulminate, entreat, 
and threaten, one would suppose that the serpent of 
feminine indiscretion had for the first time raised its 
head in the chaste Eden of the metropolis and that the 
immaculate virtue of New York was about to experi- 
ence its first temptation. Let us beware lest some 
worse thing befall us, he seems to say. C'est le premier 
pas qui coute. Once allow woman to smoke cigarettes 
and we may yet see open-work stockings in our midst, 
suggestive drapery,, and all those other beguilements 
of the evil one that are designed for the ensnaring of 
youth. The prospect was a horrid one and the casual 
Broadway saunterer would look around him in the soft 
midnight glow and thank whatever gods there be for 
the continuing purity of metropolitan life. It was not 
a thing to be lightly lost, for how would it be possible 
to look the statue of purity squarely in the eye if we 
once planted our feet upon that broad road that leadeth 
to destruction. If woman were allowed to smoke they 
might eventually be led into Sabbath-breaking and to 
staying out after nine. The Puritans had other things 
in their minds, doubtless, but they were too bashful to 
mention them. 

In order to discover to what extent the poison of 
feminine laxity is already coursing in our veins a can- 
vass was taken of some of the more prominent, not to 
say notorious, restaurants of the Great White Way. 
It is gratifying to find that these centres of innocent 
merriment along Broadway will set their faces like 
flint against any such violation of decorum. If a lady, 
accompanied or unaccompanied, chooses to drink 
whisky out of a teacup that is a matter between her- 
self, her God, and her teacup, but if she ventures to 
smoke a cigarette the pillars of the commonwealth will 
begin to rock and the bulwarks of our institutions be 
overthown. Thank heaven for the Broadway restaura- 
teur. He will stand between us and a moral deteriora- 
tion that already threatens our fair fame. He will die 
in the last ditch and do all the other appropriate and 
heroic things. 

For example, take the case of Rector's, henceforth to 
be numbered among the "uplift" institutions of New 
York along with the Y. M. C. A. and the Sabbath 
Observance Society. Hitherto no one has ever accused 
Mr. Rector of puritanism. He was never known to 
would he were an angel and with the angels stand, and 
yet it is evident that under a deceptively frivolous ex- 
terior he holds himself inflexibly as a warden over 
feminine virtue. Who would have thought it? It was 
the occasion that called out the man. It always is. 
But for this assault upon the proprieties we might never 
have known that Mr. Rector is also among the prophets. 

Mr. Rector did not wish to discuss the matter at all. 
The whole subject was "obnoxious" to him. and here Mr. 
Rector was distinctly heard to blush. He didn't even 
want to think about it, modest man. Xo woman should 
light, smoke, or carry a cigarette in his restaurant. 
Yes, she might drink a cocktail if she wanted to. Did 
he think that a cigarette was worse than a cocktail? 
That was an irrelevancy, and if there is anything that 
Mr. Rector hates worse than a cigarette it is an irrele- 
vancy. Would he serve cocktails to a married woman 
and two bachelor friends? Now that was another ir- 
relevancy. In fact it was a digression. Mr. Rector is 
not a bench of bishops, and he does not like these subtle 
hypothetical moralities. 

Mr. George Considine is nearly as bad — I mean 
nearly as good. If a woman is found smoking a ciga- 
rette in his restaurant "she will get the outer door first 
in her face and then in her back," and so saying Mr. 
Considine preened his feathers and tried to look like 
a pilgrim father. If there is any one thing that lies 
close to Mr. Considinc's palpitating heart it is feminine 
honor, but he was too wise to be led into an ethical dis- 
cussion. It was his business to see that his customers 
were not annoyed, and they would be annoyed if he 
allowed women to smoke. 

But there are other restaurateurs who look at the 
problem from a different point of view, but at first sight 

t is hard to understand why the habitues of Rector's 
should hold up their pious hands in horror at the sight 
of a woman smoker while the management of the Ritz- 
Carlton should publicly avow not only its toleration 
but its approval of the fair nicotian devotees. But so 
it is. And as a sort of half-way house, a happy mean, 
we have Jack's. Mr. Jack Dunstan has ideas. He 
reasons why. He recognizes that there is a difference 
between one woman smoker and another, and that while 
the cigarette may be entirely inoffensive and without 
moral significance in one case it may be both offensive 
and significant in another. As a matter of fact, says 
Mr. Dunstan, the American woman does not know how 
to smoke. In her hands the cigarette ceases to be a 
mere luxury and becomes a means of obtrusiveness, a 
ifadge of rapidity, a sort of signal flag of an undesirable 
emancipation. And as his restaurant is frequented 
mainly by Americans he does not wish to have smoking. 
The European woman smokes for the same reason that 
a man smokes — because she likes to. She does not blow 
rings, flourish her cigarette conspicuously, nor make 
faces. She does not think it "sporty, or devilish." It 
is not a badge of anything. It is commonplace like a 
cup of tea or scandal. If American women would but 
smoke in the same way there would be no objection 
anywhere. In the meantime they must not smoke in 
his restaurant, where "sporty" women are not wel- 

Then finally there is Captain Churchill. He goes 
further than Mr. Dunstan. He will welcome the smok 
ing woman with open arms — figuratively speaking. But 
she must behave herself. If a woman smokes in his 
restaurant he "looks her over," and no one knows better 
than he "when a woman is all right." If his highly 
experienced eye recognizes that he has a lady who 
happens to like tobacco to deal with, then he will allow 
no one to make her uncomfortable. Smoking by 
women, says Captain Churchill, is bound to come, and 
he is ready for it. He says he "can take care of the 
rush." Sidney G. P. Coryn 

P. S. — Just at the last moment comes a horrid story 
from Philadelphia. Bishop Paddock of Oregon has 
been lecturing and preaching there, and he implores the 
Philadelphia ladies to avoid gambling, smoking 
cigarettes, and saying "damn." Philadelphia, too. 

New York, December 30, 1910. 

■ ■ ■ 

The holding of international fairs has become one of 
the fixed industries of Paris, yet they are in their way 
a tax upon the community and as such are opposed by 
certain elements. The question as to whether the city 
shall give such a fair in 1920 is now acute, and the 
government, by way of settling the question, has de- 
cided upon a referendum. To dispose of any allega- 
tion of prejudice or of hasty and unsupportable action, 
M. Jean Dupuy. the Minister of Public Works, has 
decided to ask for the opinion of those who are most 
directly interested in the question. Circulars are to be 
sent to both the municipal councils and the chambers 
of commerce of all towns with a population of upward 
of 30,000, and also to the principal industrial, commer- 
cial, and agricultural unions and associations, request- 
ing them, first, to answer the question whether they are 
favorable to the idea of an exhibition or not ; second, 
to state the principal reasons for giving their reply, 
and third, if they are in favor of an exhibition, to say 
when and in what season thev think it advisable to 
hold it. On all hands, this is considered the most 
satisfactory solution of a difficulty which threatened to 
become interminable, and which was thought likely to 
cause much ill-feeling, as well as encouraging recourse 
to intrigue if it continued. 


Lobsters at 7 cents a pair, bred under artificial condi- 
tions, are a probability, following experiments by a 
group of scientists, backed by Uncle Sam, at the lobster 
hatchery at Wickford. Rhode Island. For the first time 
in history the lobster is being hatched and raised under 
artificial conditions. Hitherto it has not been believed 
possible to raise in captivity lobsters from the egg to 
the adult stage. Essentially the method consists of 
confining the larval lobster in cans, either of porous 
material or provided with screen windows set into the 
ocean itself, and by mechanical means maintaining a 
continuous gentle current of water having a rotary and 
upward movement. 

The movement for across-the-State highways is pass- 
ing from State to State in the West. The commis- 
sioners of three counties in Colorado have started the 
demand for a great State road from Colorado Springs 
through Canon City to Salida, and across the conti- 
nental divide to the western slope. A State meeting of 
county commissioners in Denver is expected to indorse 
the project. The legislature will be asked to appro- 
priate $75,000 and the aid of convict labor toward 
carrying out of the plans. 

The famous St. Bernard breed of dogs is extinct, the 
last pure-blooded animal having been crushed under an 
avalanche in 1816. The St. Bernard breed is said to 
have originated in the fourteenth century through a 
cross between a shepherd dog from Wales and a Scan- 
dinavian dog whose parents were a Great Dane and a 
Pyreneean mastiff. St. Bernard dogs are still era] ' 
along the famous pass, but they are a differen 

In Covington, Georgia, the mayor off 
riage licenses and wedding fees as '" 

Admiral Dewey has just passed the seventy-third an- 
niversary of his birthday. 

Sorolla, the famous Spanish artist, has announced 
his intention of again visiting this country witli an 
exhibition of his paintings. 

Jeremiah O'Donovan "Rossa," who started the 
Fenian movement forty years ago, has his home in 
New York, and is eighty years old. 

Senator Beveridge is making the last frantic effort 
of his present career in Congress in an effort to pro- 
hibit the giving away of tobacco coupons. 

Dr. Harvey Wiley, the government's food expert, 
has just been married. It is probable that he will now 
have much less to say about "poorly cooked meals," 
though he has never been a cautious man. 

The Duke of Connaught was "mentioned" for gov- 
ernor-general of Canada, but King George vetoed the 
plan. It is unlikely that the duke's hope is shattered 
as badly as that of the social leaders in Ottawa. 

Crown Princess Sophia of Greece, wife of Crown 
Prince Konstantinos, is the commander of one of the 
finest regiments of the army of Greece. She is the sis- 
ter of the Emperor of Germany and ranks there as Prin- 
cess of Prussia. She is the mother of five children. 

Richard C. Adams is the hereditary chief of the Dela- 
ware tribe of Indians. He is a lawyer, and he is now 
pressing claims against the government aggregating 
$20,000,000, in behalf of his tribe. If he recovers the 
money, or part of it, his fee will be between 10 and 25 
per cent. 

Chester H. Aldrich, governor of Nebraska, is a 
Methodist of the old-fashioned sort, and Lincoln had 
to forego the inaugural ball when he was inducted into 
office January 5. "There will be a reception, but there 
will be no dancing," said Mr, Aldrich. As a member 
of the Methodist Church he says he can not counte- 
nance a ball. 

W. C. Gladstone, grandson of the famous Gladstone, 
has been appointed secretary to Ambassador Bryce at 
Washington, and will come to this country soon to 
begin his duties. He had a brilliant record at Cam- 
bridge, and is a zealous Liberal. It was thought that 
he would be a candidate in the recent parliamentary 
elections, but he was not ready to go into politics. 

Richard Le Gallienne was born in Liverpool, Eng- 
land, in 1866. After seven years' experience with a 
firm of accountants, he went to London, where he acted 
as secretary to Wilson Barrett, later joining the staff 
of the Star. He made his literary debut with "The 
Book-Bills of Narcissus," which at once established his 
reputation, and evoked especially the admiration of 
Robert Louis Stevenson. Since then he has written 
many volumes of prose and poetry. In 1897 he came 
to America, and his name is now- as familiar in this 
country as in England. 

On the gold medal recently given to Mrs. Bessica 
Raiche by the Aeronautical Society is the inscription. 
"First woman aviator in America." Mrs. Raiche was 
born in Wisconsin and went to Paris to study art and 
was married there. Now she lives with her husband 
in Mineola, New York, and builds and sails aero- 
planes. With no previous experience other than that 
gained by building the first two fliers, without ever 
having taken a lesson in aviation or made a flight, she 
took exclusive charge and control of the self-built me- 
chanical steed and tried, incidentally to win the distinc- 
tion of being the first woman to pilot an aeroplane. 

The Right Reverend Bishop Kennedy, rector of the 
American college for Roman Catholic priests in Rome, 
was born in Conshohocken. Pennsylvania. He studied 
at various American seminaries and then at the college 
whose head he now is. On his return to America he 
was appointed professor of Latin at Overbrook Semi- 
nary and occupied that position until 1893. when he 
was chosen professor of dogmatic theology, a chair 
usually considered the most important in a Catholic 
seminary. In 1901 he was chosen rector of the Ameri- 
can college. Six months later Pope Leo XIII made 
him a domestic prelate. Three years later Pope Pin> 
X made him prothonotary apostolic, and in 1907 rai 
him to the bishopric as titular Bishop of Adrianopl 

The actions of the Princess Louise of Co' iui 
Princess Stephanie, daughters of the late ' 
Belgians, against the Belgian g< 
come before the courts. K ; 
$3,750,000 to be divided a 
was discovered that, ar 
king's estate amour 
estimate made at t' 
has now been ap 
king's three di 


January 7, 1911. 


How Kelly Fought for His Last Chance. 

It was fifteen years since Kelly first began work on 
the Sun. Occasions there had been, of course, when 
differences of opinion with the city editor had sent him 
to other newspapers for short sojourns, but being an 
"outside man" of more than ordinary ability, he always 
came back, the Sun seeming to possess a sort of parental 
magnetism for him. During the last five years, except 
for accidents of too much good-fellowship (the kind 
to which newspaper men are addicted), he had not left 
the sheet, and had come to consider himself a neces- 
sary factor in its reportorial make-up. 

But Kelly was growing old. Also had he grown fat 
and somewhat slovenly. Frequent bibbling had flushed 
his face and dulled his eye. His hands trembled from 
too much cigarette-smoking, and in a way that lacked 
impressement. He no longer wore his clothes neatly 
and at times even forgot to change his collar. In addi- 
tion to all this he was becoming contented — which is no 
state of mind for a newspaper man. He had begun to 
ease down, as it were; the keenness had gone out of 
his glance and the power out of his bearing. His white 
hair that he used to wear close-cropped matted upon 
his head in tangles, and while his Irish affability per- 
haps had increased, every one but he, himself, realized 
that Kelly was no longer Kelly. Behind his back one 
or two of the reporters, who were proof against the 
charm of his friendliness, dared to call him "an old 
fogy." And lately the city editor had cast more than 
one shrewd glance at him. 

Kelly was oblivious to it all. Fifteen years before 
he had been looked upon as one of the brightest news- 
paper men in the country. He had accomplished work 
that had been commented upon from ocean to ocean. 
He never forgot that, and while he never boasted in 
the manner of boasting he did not choose that others 
should forget. Besides the Sun office had become a 
home to him, and particularly in the last five years. 
It was during this period that he had aged so much. 
The newspaper game is perhaps the most nerve- 
wracking of all. The moment a man slacks down in 
it, if he is no longer young, age grips him. But 
Kelly's was an optimistic temperament. He realized 

For one thing, Darcy. the last city editor, always 
handled him with a certain degree of respect. When 
he took Kelly off his "feature" stuff and put him on 
the courts it was done smoothly and diplomatically. 
And when he took him off the courts and put him on 
the water-front the gentlest of reasons again served. 
Then Kelly rather liked the change, for the hours were 
better. On this "beat" he served about nine months. 
During this period there were occasions when he had 
achieved minor "scoops" on the other morning papers 
and other occasions when they had achieved rather 
important "scoops" on him. The latter Kelly always 
explained eloquently away to the city editor, concluding, 
at least, in his own satisfaction. One wet morning, the 
beginning of winter, the city editor called him over to 
his desk. He spoke kindly but to the point. The man- 
aging editor, he explained, had instructed him to cut 
down the staff, and after Kelly's long sen-ice he was 
going to give him a few months' rest. He needed it 
anyway. In the spring he would probably be able to 
take him on again. 

Kelly was visibly perturbed. "But some one must do 
the water-front," he argued. 

"Yes." admitted the city editor, "but there will not 
be much doing till spring and we can put on a fledgling 
at a low price. There are certain reasons that make it 
necessary for us to pare down our expenses this winter. 
I am giving } - ou a week's notice, however; you need 
not quit till Tuesday, pay-day. You must have more 
than enough money saved up to see you through, 
haven't you. or perhaps some of the other papers " 

Noting the dumfounded embarrassment in Kelly's 
face, however, the city editor did not proceed. He 
pressed his hand in a kindlv wav and turned to his 

Kelly moved about the office the next few days in a 
kind of trance. At intervals he brightened artificially 
so that the unnaturalness of the good-fellowship he ex- 
tended caused comment. But the most of the time he 
sat wrapped in a gray absorption. Something seemed 
' ave gone out of him and something dank taken its 
Yet latent in him was that fighting Irish spirit 
■belled infinitely. If only would come some way, 
'. jn which he could again prove himself, 
hat ranged his mind. And in such moods 
younger men of the staff with 
: grizzled head held at a 
through with his work 
loitering around the 
[onday night, prac- 
rity editor, after a 
arose to his 


stumble on a clew. The thing just keeps hinting, that's 
all. I am going to let it go to the devil, however, for 
there is nothing in it." 

Kelly had straightened himself. "Pardon me, sir," 
he announced, "but outside of the 'desks' I consider 
myself the cleverest man on this sheet. After all there 
may be a clew." 

The city editor looked him over with satirical interest. 
"Very well, damn you," he said, "go and get it." 

"Xo further facts?" 

"Xot a thing. The detective department was just 
asking me if our men had found out anything. Said 
they had a hunch the story was true, but that they did 
not seem able to get the slightest leverage on it. The 
girl's father has reached town, it seems, and is stirring 
things up." 

Kelly put on his hat. "You will leave this to me 
will you, sir?" he said. 

"Yes, but I know before you start that nothing can 
come of it." 

"You'll oblige me by leaving that to me, too," an- 
swered Kelly, not quite respectfully. He went out. 

An hour later he was installed with Wong Fu in a 
small Japanese hotel in Chinatown. He had rented 
a two-room apartment on the top floor for the appoint- 
ment. Wong Fu. luckily found at home by telephone, 
had been lured there because Kelly had once done him 
a favor in the police court. Half-white, but living 
after the manner of an Oriental, Wong Fu was the one 
great broker in Chinatown. Making himself first mas- 
ter of its secrets, he then mastered its business. Pos- 
sessing a higher intelligence, he was more cunning 
and deep even than a Chinese. He spoke perfect Eng 
lish. He and Kelly talked for perhaps twenty minutes 
together. Then they came to a point in their conversa 
tion when Wong Fu declared emphatically: 

"I will not. Xo — for nothing. It would be drawing 
a whole tong down on my head." 

Kelly had only one argument left. He drew a black 
barreled Colt from his pocket and pointed it at the 
root of Wong Fu's nose. "Now," he enjoined quietly, 
"tell me and tell me right or I'll kill you. I promised 
not to betray you and I will not. I am going to keep 
you here all night and I will kill you in the morning 
if you do not tell me right. I will know by then. I 
will get to the bottom of this affair, savvy, if I have 
to kill a dozen of you. And I don't intend to be par- 

Wong Fu, looking into the barrel of the revolver, 
had cowered slightly, but he was no coward at that. 
His Oriental eyes, set like beads on Kelly's stern face, 
seemed to be summing up his chances. Finally he 
surrendered himself with a little sigh. 

"I will tell," he said. 

"Who, then?" commanded Kelly. 

"Chee Yong." 

"Of the On Yicks, eh, and the On Yick tong is be 
hind him." 

"Of course. Xow will you let me go?" 

"Xo." With the door locked and the gun still in his 
possession, Kelly walked over to the other side of the 
room. He returned with a glass half full of water. 
"I have put a powder in it," he explained to Wong Fu; 
"it will keep you asleep here till tomorrow noon — 

The broker shrank back. 

"Drink. I say." Again the Colt was staring him in 
the face, the reckless, rampant will of the man before 
him breathing in every atom of him. 

Wong Fu took the glass and put it to his lips. He 
hesitated and took it away again. The perspiration 
broke out on his brow ; his face became ghastly. "I 
have told you wrong," he confessed weakly. "It is 
Lee Sam, not Chee Yong." 

"Ha !" uttered Kelly in a sharp breath. "One of 
your respectable merchants, eh! So you lied to me. 
Perhaps you are lying to me now." The finger on the 
trigger of the revolver tensed visibly. Thoroughly 
frightened, Wong Fu held up his hands. 

"It is Lee Sam. Lee Sam of the See Yups I swear," 
he declared. 

"Very well." pronounced Kelly. "Drink on it." 

His eyes fixed on the revolver, Wong Fu drank. 
Five minutes later he had sunk into a heavy sleep. 
Kelly carried him into an adjoining room and put him 
on a bed. He then went downstairs and telephoned for 
a messenger, whom he sent for Hop Sing, a Chinese 
actor he happened to know. Out of a job, Hop Sing had 
become a barber and was in hard luck. According to 
instructions, he arrived with a Chinese costume, wig, 
and complete make-up; also a pair of clippers to cut 
the reporter's hair. In half an hour Kelly was con- 
verted into the living picture of a Chinese. 

"I just want to surprise my friends." he had ex- 
plained to Hop Sing. And Hop Sing had smiled 

With regard to an Oriental Kelly had one fixed rule: 
"Trust 'em only when they are unconscious." he was 
in the habit of saying. He had brought a bottle of 
sake upstairs with him. and when Hop Sing had com- 
pleted his make-up he opened it. 

"Drink with me." he said. And Hop Sing did. A 
few minutes later he was lying asleep in the same bed 
ith Wong Fu. 

lly locked the door and hurried out, keeping the 

Ms pocket. Chinatown and Chinese customs he 

11. For more than two years it had been 

ewspaper "beat" and he had never lost 

rle had even made a wry attempt to 

learn the language and a few of the phrases and w T ords 
he could still recall. He had, at least, acquired a half 
sense of what a Chinaman was saying when speaking in 
his own tongue. The club of Lee Sam he knew by 
reputation. He had no difficulty in making his en- 
trance, nor was his disguise penetrated. For an hour 
he sat in a dim corner, smoking a hookah and watching 
Lee Sam play fan tan. Then Lee Sam rose to his feet, 
glanced serenely, searching!}- about, gathered his flow- 
ing mensum more closely about him, and glided easily 
through a pair of curtains at the rear of the room. An 
argument, started suddenly and evidently through Lee 
Sam's leaving enabled Kelly to slip behind the curtains 
unobserved. It was a long, dimly lit passageway they 
concealed, and under cover of them he watched Lee 
Sam. The latter, trotting stealthily along, paused in- 
stantly and struck the wall sharply with his clenched 
fist. It was like magic. He disappeared as if swal- 
lowed by one of the huge serpents of his worship. 
Kelly sped down the passageway on his tiptoes. It 
took him five minutes of careful thumping to find the 
secret spring, then a panel swung sideways and he 
stood on a narrow platform at the top of a flight of 
steps carved in the soil. Quietly he made his way 
down — perhaps thirty feet. A narrow corridor ex- 
tended before him with an occasional bleary light. At 
the side a line of small apartments had been arranged, 
each with a wooden front. A few of them were lit 
and voices issued from them. 

Finally, in the very last at the end of the alley, 
he recognized the voice of Lee Sam. The peek-hole 
was open here, too, and he beheld a white girl of beau- 
tiful appearance and in a condition of semi-lethargy, 
feebly warding off the Chinaman's advances. Kelly 
tried the door sharply. It swung open, and as his man 
turned he caught him by the throat. There was a gasp 
and a gurgle, and then the yellow face went livid and 
the body sank in a heap. Catching up in his arms 
the slender form of the girl, Kelly made out of the 
room. He had not done his work thoroughly, how- 
ever. He was half way up the stairs to the secret door 
when a great, flaring, falsetto cry rent the silence and 
the dim form of Lee Sam staggered out of the room 
at the far end of the long corridor. Instantly doors 
flew open and half-dressed, excited figures appeared 
babbling high-pitched Chinese. Kelly took the last few 
steps of the stairs at a bound. A moment later he 
stood in the passageway leading to the clubroom and 
had closed the secret door behind him ; but there was no 
way of fastening it. He paused for a moment to hoist 
the willowy form of the girl over his shoulder, then, 
revolver in hand, he trotted ahead. He was within a 
few yards of the clubroom when the pursuing horde 
of Chinese burst from the underground. 

Kelly swept his gun at the group barring his exit. 
They stood aside with glowering faces and exclama- 
tions. He reached the entrance, shifted the body of the 
girl slightly to give himself more freedom, ordered 
those crouched nearest to stand back so that his way 
stood clear, put the revolver to the head of the door- 
keeper in the act of closing the door, and slipped out. 
Something on the sidewalk caused him to stumble. He 
fell at the feet of a big policeman in the act of parading 
his beat. But he had recovered himself in an instant 
and with one arm around the girl stood facing the pur- 
suit that now gorged from the door ready to fling itself 
upon him. A shot fired tore into his scalp and a stream 
of blood ran down his face. The policeman glanced, 
swore, and brought his own gun into play as he roared 
thunderously at the mob and blew his whistle. Snarling 
they shrank back and scattered. 

In spite of protests, they put Kelly and the girl in a 
Red Cross ambulance that proved handy, with instruc- 
tions to the driver to deliver them at a hospital. Kelly 
held up the driver, compelling him to set them down 
at the Sun office. There he instructed the society editor 
to take care of the girl for the night so that none of 
the other papers would be able to reach her, and with 
a handkerchief tied about his head sat down to write the 
story he had succeeded in rousing her to tell him in 
the ambulance. The reporters gathered near him. 
gaping at his make-up, he did not see. nor the city 
editor who came out occasionally to take his copy with 
bright eyes and a smile as he tore it from the machine. 
He wrote and wrote — the most vividly worded story 
the Sun had ever published, the managing editor ad- 
mitted himself: wrote till he had set down the last word 
and then he fainted, and removing the handkerchief 
from his head they saw how badly he was wounded. 
Regaining consciousness, it was to snatch up his last 
page of copy and in his half-dazed state hand it to the 
city editor, the rest of the staff grouped about. He 
did so with this remark: 

"An Irishman may die, sir, but he never grows old. 
He is \oung and capable always — always." 

Then he fainted again. Ten thousand dollars was 
the amount of the check that the girl's father presented 
him with next morning. On the strength of it Kelly 
resigned his position on the Sun. and no man, perhaps, 
ever had such difficulty in resigning from anything be- 
fore. Today Kelly owns his own sheet in a town of 
fifty thousand inhabitants and is worth at least a hun- 
dred thousand dollars. Glynn. 

Sax Fraxcisco, January, 1911. 

England might just as well settle down to the convic- 
tion that she must put up with American dollars. Even 
the Henry Irving statue, just erected in London, was 
made possible only by American subscriptions. 

January 7. 1911. 



An Unusual Study of the Development of a Musical Genius. 

William De Morgan and Arnold Bennett are not the 
only novelists who are reverting to the large canvases 
which were common in the days of the "three- 
deckers. "'"' They have a companion in Romain Rol- 
land, the French writer who lias taken seven volumes 
to unfold the life-story of "Jean-Christophe," whose 
career is made the medium of a study of the develop- 
ment of a musician of genius. Four of these volumes 
have been translated by Gilbert Cannan, and are now 
available for the reader of English within the com- 
pass of a single book of some six hundred pages. 
Thus it is possible for those who know no French 
to form their own opinion as to how far there is 
reason in the high plaudits with which M. Rolland's 
achievement has been hailed. 

In the present installment of this lengthy story the 
reader is able to follow the career of the hero from 
his birth to his flight to Paris from his native little 
Rhine town. There are several moving pictures of the 
boy's infancy, one of which introduces the musical 
motive of the story. We see him in his cradle, among 
his toys, and then in church with his grandfather: 

He is bored. He is not very comfortable. He is forbidden 
to stir, and all the people are saying all together words that 
he does not understand. They all look solemn and gloomy. 
It is not their usual way of looking. He looks at them, half 
frightened. Old Lena, their neighbor, who is sitting next to 
him, looks very cross ; there are moments when he does not 
recognize even his grandfather. He is afraid a little. Then 
he grows used to it, and tries to find relief from boredom by 
every means at his disposal. He balances on one leg, twists 
his neck to look at the ceiling, makes faces, pulls his grand- 
father's coat, investigates the straws in his chair, tries to 
make a hole in them with his finger, listens to the singing 
of birds, and yawns so that he is like to dislocate his jaw. 

Suddenly there is a deluge of sound: the organ is played. 
A thrill goes down his spine. He turns and stands with his 
chin resting on the back of his chair, and he looks very 
wise. He does not understand this noise ; he does not know 
the meaning of it; it is dazzling, bewildering, and he can 
hear nothing clearly. But it is good. It is as though he 
were no longer sitting there on an uncomfortable chair in a 
tiresome old house. He is suspended in mid-air, like a bird ; 
and when the flood of sound rushes from one end of the 
church to the other, filling the arches, reverberating from 
wall to wall, he is carried with it, flying and skimming hither 
and thither, with nothing to do but to abandon himself to it. 
He is free; he is happy. The sun shines. . . . He falls 

Although sensitive to nature's musical sounds, Jean 
was not exactly a musical prodigy. While still a lad, 
however, he accompanied his father and grandfather 
to the house of a neighbor who indulged in chamber 

Jean-Christophe sat apart in a corner, which was his own, 
behind the piano. No one could disturb him there, for to 
reach it he had to go on all fours. It was half dark there, 
and the boy had just room to lie on the floor if he huddled 
up. The smoke of the tobacco filled his eyes and throat: 
dust, too ; there were large flakes of it like sheepskin, but he 
did not mind that, and listened gravely, squatting there 
Turkish fashion, and widening the holes in the cloth of the 
piano with his dirty little fingers. He did not like every- 
thing that they played ; but nothing that they played bored 
him, and he never tried to formulate his opinions, for he 
thought himself too small to know anything. Only some 
music sent him to sleep, some woke him up ; it was never 
disagreeable to him. Without his knowing it, it was nearly 
always good music that excited him. Sure of not being 
seen, he made faces, wrinkled his nose, ground his teeth, 
or stuck out his tongue ; his eyes flashed with anger or 
drooped languidly ; he moved his arms and legs with a defiant 
and valiant air ; he wanted to march, to lunge out, to pul- 
verize the world. He fidgeted so much that in the end a 
head would peer over the piano, and say: "Hullo, boy, are 
you mad ? Leave the piano. . . . Take your hand away, 
or I'll pull your ears !" And that made him crestfallen and 
angry. Why did they want to spoil his pleasure? He was 
not doing any harm. Must he always be tormented ! His 
father chimed in. They chid him for making a noise, and 
said that he did not like music. And in the end he believed 
it. These honest citizens grinding out concertos would have 
been astonished if they had been told that the only person in 
the company who really felt the music was the little boy. 

For all that appreciation, Jean's efforts to learn the 
piano were fraught with much tribulation. He was 
beaten because he did not wish to keep at his lessons, 
or because he wished to go his own course in playing. 
But his essentially musical nature gains the upper 
hand at last: 

He is at his old piano, in his garret, alone. Night falls. 
The dying light of day is cast upon his music. He strains 
his eyes to read the notes until the last ray of light is dead. 
The tenderness of hearts that are dead breathed forth from 
the dumb page fills him with love. His eyes are filled with 
tears. It seems to him that a beloved creature is standing 
behind him, that soft breathing caresses his cheek, that two 
arms are about his neck. He turns, trembling. He feels, he 
knows, that he is not alone. A soul that loves and is loved 
is there, near him. He groans aloud because he can not per- 
ceive it, and yet that shadow of bitterness falling upon his 
ecstasy has sweetness, too. Even sadness has its light. He 
thinks of his beloved masters, of the genius that is gone, 
though its soul lives on in the music which it had lived in its 
life. His heart is overflowing with love ; he dreams of the 
superhuman happiness which must have been the lot of these 
glorious men, since the reflection only of their happiness is 
still so much aflame. He dreams of being like them, of 
giving out such love as this, with lost rays to lighten his 
misery with a godlike smile. In his turn to be a god. to give 
out the warmth of joy, to be a sun of life! . . . 

Alas! if one day he does become the equal of those whom 
he loves, if he does achieve that brilliant happiness for which 
he longs, he will see the illusion that was upon him. . . . 

So swiftly did he become master of his art that at 
the age of fourteen Jean was the support of his family, 
playing at concerts and giving lessons. It was in his 
capacity as teacher that he made the acquaintance of 
Minna, the young daughter of a wealthy widow. 

Minna seemed completely indifferent to her tutor and 
he to his pupil, but the inevitable spark was but smol- 
dering in each: 

One misty morning in March, when little flakes of snow 
were flying, like feathers, in the gray air, they were in the 
studio. It was hardly daylight. Minna was arguing, as 
usual, about a false note that she had struck, and pretending 
that it "was written so." Although he knew perfectly well 
that she was lying, Jean-Christophe bent over the book to 
look at the passage in question closely. Her hand was on the 
rack, and she did not move it. His lips were near her hand. 
He tried to read and could not ; he was looking at something 
else — a thing soft, transparent, like the petals of a flower. 
Suddenly — he did not know what he was thinking of — he 
pressed his lips as hard as he could on the little hand. 

They were both dumfounded by it. He flung backwards ; 
she withdrew her hand — both blushing. They said no word ; 
they did not look at each other. After a moment of con- 
fused silence she began to play again ; she was very uneasy : 
her bosom rose and fell as though she were under some 
weight : she struck wrong note after wrong note. He did not 
notice it : he was more uneasy than she. His temples 
throbbed ; he heard nothing ; he knew not what she was play- 
ing; and, to break the silence, he made a few random 
remarks in a choking voice. He thought that he was for- 
ever lost in Minna's opinion. He was confounded by what 
he had done, thought it stupid and rude. The lesson-hour 
over, he left Minna without looking at her, and even forgot 
to say good-bye. She did not mind. She had no thought 
now of deeming Jean-Christophe ill-mannered; and if she 
made so many mistakes in playing, it was because all the 
time she was watching him out of the corner of her eye 
with astonishment and curiosity, and — for the first time — 

Minna found great delight in the discovery of her 
conquest, but Jean relapsed into his old indifference. 
Then there came a change in his mood, but the youth 
did not seem able to make any further advances : 

A day came when it had rained all morning and part of 
the afternoon. They had stayed in the house without speak- 
ing, reading, yawning, looking out of the window ; they were 
bored and cross. About four o'clock the sky cleared. They 
ran into the garden. They leaned their elbows on the terrace 
wall, and looked down at the lawns sloping to the river. 
The earth was steaming; a soft mist was ascending to the 
sun ; little raindrops glittered on the grass ; the smell of the 
damp earth and the perfume of the flowers intermingled; 
around them buzzed a golden swarm of bees. They were 
side by side, not looking at each other ; they could not bring 
themselves to break the silence. A bee came up and clung 
awkwardly to a clump of wistaria heavy with rain, and sent 
a shower of water down on them. They both laughed, and 
at once they felt that they were no longer cross with each 
other. Suddenly, without turning her head, she took his 
hand, and said : 

"Come !" 

She led him quickly to the little labyrinth with its box- 
bordered paths, which was in the middle of the grove. They 
climbed up the slope, slipping on the soaking ground, and 
the wet trees shook out their branches over them. Near the 
top she stopped to breathe. 

"Wait . . . wait ..." she said in a low voice, trying 
to take breath. 

He looked at her. She was looking away ; she was smiling, 
breathing hard, with her lips parted; her hand was trembling 
in Jean-Christophe's. They felt the blood throbbing in their 
linked hands and their trembling fingers. Around them all 
was silent. The pale shoots of the trees were quivering in 
the sun ; a gentle rain dropped from the leaves with silvery 
sounds, and in the sky were the shrill cries of swallows. 

She turned her head towards him ; it was a lightning flash. 
She flung her arms about his neck ; he flung himself into her 

"Minna! Minna! My darling! . . ." 

"I love you, Jean-Christophe ! I love you !" 

They sat on a wet wooden seat. They were filled with 
love, sweet, profound, absurd. Everything else had vanished. 
Xo more egoism, no more vanity, no more reservation. 
Love, love — that is what their laughing, tearful eyes were 
saying. The cold coquette of a girl, the proud boy, were 
devoured with the need of self-sacrifice, of giving, of suf- 
fering, of dying for each other. 

Minna's mother had observed more than the young 
people were aware, and shortly after the incident de- 
scribed above she had a serious talk with Jean and 
gave him to understand that Minna was not for him, a 
poor music teacher, but for a man who could give her 
wealth and position. This was Jean's first great sor- 
row, and its effect is seen in his outburst when in the 
company of his friend Leonard: 

Night came down over the town. The seat on which they 
were sitting was in darkness : the stars shone out, a white 
mist came up from the river, the crickets chirped under the 
trees in the cemetery. The bells began to ring : first the 
highest of them, alone, like a plaintive bird, challenging the 
sky: then the second, a third lower, joined in his plaint: at 
last came the deepest, on the fifth, and seemed to answer 
them. The three voices were merged in each other. At the 
bottom of the towers there was a buzzing, as of a gigantic 
hive of bees. The air and the boy's heart quivered. Chris- 
tophe held his breath, and thought how poor was the music 
of musicians compared with such an ocean of music, with 
all the sounds of thousands of creatures : the former, the 
free world of sounds, compared with the world tamed, cata- 
logued, coldly labeled by human intelligence. He sank and 
sank into that sonorous and immense world without conti- 
nents or bounds. . . . 

And when the great murmuring had died away, when the 
air had ceased at last to quiver, Christophe woke up. He 
looked about him startled. ... He knew nothing. Around 
him and in him everything was changed. There was no 
God. . . . 

As with faith, so the loss of faith is often equally a flood 
of grace, a sudden light. Reason counts for nothing: the 
smallest thing is enough — a word, silence, the sound of bells. 
A man walks, dreams, expects nothing. Suddenly the world 
crumbled away. AH about him is in ruins. He is alone. 
He no longer believes. 

Christophe was terrified, and could not understand how it 
had come about. It was like the flooding of a river in the 
spring. . . . 

Leonard's voice was still sounding, more monotonous than 
the voice of a cricket. Christophe did not hear it : he heard 
nothing. Night was fully come. Leonard stopped. Sur- 
prised to find Christophe motionless, uneasy because of the 
lateness of the hour, he suggested that they should go home. 
Christophe did not reply. Leonard took his arm. Christophe 
trembled, and looked at Leonard with wild eyes. 

"Christophe, we must go home," said Leonard. 

"Go to hell !" cried Christophe furiously. 

"Oh! Christophe! What have I done? nard 

tremulously. He was dumfounded. 

Christophe came to himself. 

"Yes. You are right," he said more gently. "I do not 
know what I'm saying. Go to God ! Go to God !" 

He was alone. He was in bitter distress. 

"Ah ! my God ! my God !" he cried, wringing his hands, 
passionately raising his face to the dark sky. "Why do I no 
longer believe? Why can I believe no more? What has 
happened to me ?" . . . 

While still in this perturbed condition Jean's affec- 
tions were laid siege to by the unattractive little Rosa 
who lived in his home. Her efforts to awaken his 
love were fruitless, but there came an hour when 
another girl roused his primitive passions: 

One evening he was walking in the outskirts of a wood. 
His eyes were swimming with the light, his head was whirl- 
ing: he was in* that state of exaltation when all creatures and 
things were transfigured. To that was added the magic of 
the soft warm light of the evening. Rays of purple and gold 
hovered in the trees. From the meadows seemed to come a 
phosphorescent glimmer. In a field near by a girl was mak- 
ing hay. In her blouse and short skirt, with her arms and 
neck bare, she was raking the hay and heaping it up. She 
had a short nose, wide cheeks, a round face, a handkerchief 
thrown over her hair. The setting sun touched with red her 
sunburned skin, which, like a piece of pottery, seemed to 
absorb the last beams of the day. 

She fascinated Christophe. Leaning against a beech-tree 
he watched her come towards the verge of the woods, 
eagerly, passionately. Everything else had disappeared. She 
took no notice of him. For a moment she looked at him 
cautiously : he saw her eyes blue and hard in her brown face. 
She passed so near to him that, when she leaned down to 
gather up the hay. through her open blouse he saw a soft 
down on her shoulders and back. Suddenly the vague desire 
which was in him leaped forth. He hurled himself at her 
from behind, seized her neck and waist, threw back her head 
and fastened his lips upon hers. He kissed her dry, cracked 
lips until he came against her teeth that bit him angrily. 
His hands ran over her rough arms, over her blouse wet 
with her sweat. She struggled. He held her tighter, he 
wished to strangle her. She broke loose, cried out, spat, 
wiped her lips with her hand, and hurled insults at him. 
He let her go and Bed across the fields. She threw stones at 
him and went on discharging after him a litany of filthy 
epithets. He blushed, less for anything that she might say 
or think, but for what he was thinking himself. The sudden 
unconscious act filled him with terror. What had he done? 
What should he do? What he was able to understand of it 
all only filled him with disgust. And he was tempted by his 
disgust. He fought against himself and knew not on which 
side was the real Christophe. A blind force beset him : in 
vain did he fly from it: it was only to fly from himself. 
What would she do about him ? What should he do tomor- 
row ... in an hour . . . the time it took to cross the 
plowed field to reach the road? . . . Would he ever reach 
it? Should he not stop, and go back, and run back to the 
girl? And then? . . . He remembered that delirious mo-' 
ment when he had held her by the throat. Everything was 
possible. All things were worth while. A crime even. . . . 
Yes, even a crime. . . . The turmoil in his heart made him 
breathless. When he reached the road he stopped to breathe. 
Over there the girl was talking to another girl who had been 
attracted by her cries : and with arms akimbo, they were 
looking at each other and shouting with laughter. 

That was by no means the last of Jean's temptations; 
shortly afterward he met a shopgirl of easier virtue, 
and his relations with her, while described with com- 
mendable restraint, constitute one of the most revealing 
episodes of the story. For M. Rolland never loses 
sight of his hero's character or drops the thread of 
his development in the terms of music. Although not 
wholly conscious of the fact, he was passing through 
a stage of revolt against all the idols of his child- 

It was in the expression of love that Christophe was most 
rawly conscious of untruth: for he was in a position to com- 
pare it with the reality. The conventional love songs, Iacry- 
mose and proper, contained nothing like the desires of man 
or the heart of woman. And yet the people who had written 
them must have loved at least once in their lives ! Was it 
possible that they could have loved like that ? Xo, no, they 
had lied, as they always did, they had lied to themselves': 
they had tried to idealize themselves. . . . Idealism ! That 
meant that they were afraid of looking at life squarely, were 
incapable of seeing things like a man, as they are. — Every- 
where the same timidity, the same lack of manly frankness. 
Everywhere the same chilly enthusiasm, the same pompous 
lying solemnity, in their patriotism, in their drinking, in their 
religion. The Trinklieder (Drinking Songs) were prosopo- 
peia to wine and the bowl: "Du, herrlich Glas . . ." ("Thou, 
noble glass . . .")- Faith — the one thing in the world 
which should be spontaneous, springing from the soul like an 
unexpected sudden stream — was a manufactured article, a 
commodity of trade. Their patriotic songs were made for 
docile flocks of sheep basking in unison. . . . Shout, then ! 
— ^Y*? at! Must you go on lying—'idealiciitg" — till you are 
surfeited, till it brings you to slaughter and madness ! . . . 

Christophe ended by hating all idealism. He preferred 
frank brutality to such lying. But at heart he was more of 
an idealist than the rest, and he had not — he could not have 
— any more real enemies than the brutal realists whom he 
thought he preferred. 

He was blinded by passion. He was frozen by the mist, 
the anaemic lying, "the sunless phantom Ideas." With his 
whole being he reached upwards to the sun. In his youthful 
contempt for the hypocrisy with which he was surrounded, 
or for what he took to be hypocrisy, he did not see the high, 
practical wisdom of the race which little by little had built 
up for itself its grandiose idealism in order to suppress its 
savage instincts, or to turn them to account. Xot arbitrary 
reasons, not moral and religious codes, not legislators and 
statesmen, priests and philosophers, transform the souls of 
peoples and often impose upon them a new nature: but cen- 
turies of misfortune and experience, which forge the life of 
peoples who have the will to live. 

As will be obvious from the foregoing, the story has 
no plot in the ordinary sense of the word : it is a study 
of character from first to last, and a study of singular 
directness and unusual power. It is slated that the 
translation of the remainder of the work will depend 
upon the favor with which the present installment is 
received. Which is equivalent to a promise that in a 
very short time the whole of this remarkable novel will 
be accessible to readers of English. 

Jeax-Christophe. By Romain Rolland. Translated 
by '-ilbert Cannan. Xew York: Hcnrv Holt & 
SI. 50 net. 


January 7. 1911. 


A Fifty-Million-DoUar Scheme for the Seine. 

When the railroads went out of business two or three 
months ago a few inquiring Parisians and imprisoned 
tourists made a discovery. The majority of those who 
wished to escape from the trainless capital took the 
line of least resistance ; their minds had but one syno- 
nym for a locomotive, and that was a motor. Of course 
thev were the people of automobile habits, to whom a 
hundred francs was neither here nor there, and they 
posted their way to Havre, or Calais, or Cherbourg by 

But the minority were better students of geography. 
They remembered that Paris is on the Seine, that the 
Seine flows to the sea by way of Rouen and Havre. 
and that where there is a river there are boats. Of 
course even the unimaginative Parisian is conscious of 
the existence of the "hirondelles" of the Seine, the 
Bateaux Parisieits which faithfully traverse the right 
and left banks of the river and earn the wayfarer from 
Austerlitz or Charenton to Auteuil at ten centimes a 
journey on week days and double that sum on Sundays 
and holidays. Nearly even- bridge has its pier on 
either side of the river, and the "hirondelles" are faith- 
ful to their swallow name by the swiftness of their 

Parisians who are still more untrammeled by space 
dimensions are aware that Austerlitz and Auteuil are 
not the limits of Seine navigation. They will tell you 
of the boats which begin their voyages from the 
Tuileries. which call at the Concorde. Alma. Passy. and 
other piers, and extend their argosies beyond Auteuil 
to as far as the Suresnes westward. Those far-travel- 
ing vessels open up for the voyager a panorama of 
many charms, disclosing the banks of the Seine to the 
fortifications at Auteuil and then revealing the rich. 
bosky woods of Meudon and Bellevue and glimpses of 
the Bois de Boulogne. But beyond Suresnes the water- 
borne thought of the most imaginative Parisian rarely 

Yet Paris by the sea threatens to become a fact of 
geography. It is not a new idea by any means. Its 
inception antedates even the land-dividing dreams of 
the canal-building Lesseps. . The creator of the Suez 
was a youth of but seventeen years when Admiral 
Thomasset commissioned the engineer Bouguet de la 
Grye to prepare plans for placing the French capital 
in direct communication with the sea. - Those plans 
were duly made, and were constructed with such skill 
that they have been taken as the basis of the proposals 
which are soon to be advocated in the Chamber. 

As a matter of fact the problem is restricted to that 
section of the Seine which twists and turns its way 
from Rouen to Paris. From Havre to Rouen there is 
practically nothing to be done. For some eighty-five 
miles inland from Havre the Seine is a perfect water- 
way for vessels of fully three thousand tons: at Rouen 
itself the quays, even at low tide, can boast a water- 
depth of some eighteen feet. But from Rouen onward 
the trouble begins, for the average depth of the Seine 
to Paris is but ten feet. Of course that is not sufficient : 
the scheme of Bouguet de la Grye provided for a depth 
equal to that obtaining from Havre to Rouen, and, in 
addition, the river will require to be considerably 
widened both in its straight reaches and in its curves. 
And there are other problems to be faced. The Seine 
floods of recent years have demonstrated how serious a 
danger the river is to Paris in periods of heavy rains, 
and no project would be entertained for a moment if it 
threatened to thwart the seaward flowing of the stream. 
To prevent such a defect the construction of a reliev- 
ing canal is an essential part of the scheme. Then the 
eight existing barrages are to be replaced by four of 
greater efficiency, and the spans of railway bridges 
crossing the river are to be raised to a uniform and 
sufficient height. 

Since Admiral Thomasset thought his way from 
Paris to the sea more than eighty years ago a new 
factor has entered into the situation. There is an 
jrmous railway traffic between Havre and Paris, and 
what that means in the shape of opposition needs no 
exposition. In France, as in other countries, railwav 
corporations look with little favor on inland water- 
ways ; they know them as their most formidable rivals. 
Here, however, for once the state ownership of rail- 
ways has a beneficial tendency, and it is understood 
that no opposition need be anticipated on that score. 

Inevitably the cost of creating Paris on the sea will 
be heavy. Even so. however, it will appear small to 
American minds accustomed to think in the terms of 
Panama Canal figures. According to the highest esti- 
mates of the government engineer the maximum outla\ 
should not exceed fifty million dollars. And this, it is 
argued, is after all a small price to pay for the immense 
commercial and economic advantages which would re- 
sult. V\ ith the Seine made as efficient a waterway 
from Rouen to Paris as it already is from Havre to 
Rouen, vessels carrying more than "four thousand tons 
of cargo could reach the heart of the French capital, 
and fifty boats a day would bring the delivery up to 
the grand total of nearly a quarter of a million tons. 
According to the experts in such matters, such a con- 
signment of foodstuffs would suffice to feed Paris's 
three million population for eighteen days. Who 
would then rare for railway strikes, or be obsessed by 
the nightnu.e of food famines? But that is merely 
-: view. The esthetic result will count for 

much more with the majority. With salt waves lapping 
the quays of the Seine, what transformations will not 
take place in the city of pleasure ! The vision is rav- 
ished with pictures of bathers and all the delights of 
social intercourse carried on with a minimum of con- 
vention. Fifty million dollars is a trivial price to pay 
for such a consummation. St. Martix. 

Paris, December 19. 1910. 



The Red Thread of Honor. 
Eleven men of England 

A breast-work charge in vain ; 
Eleven men of England 

Lie stripp'd and gash'd, and slain. 
Slain : but of foes that guarded 

Their rock-built fortress well. 
Some twenty had been master'd. 

When the last soldier fell. 

The robber-chief mused deeply. 

Above those daring dead : 
"Bring here," at length he shouted. 

"Bring quick, the battle thread. 
Let Eblis blast forever 

Their souls : if Allah will : 
But We must keep unbroken 

The old rules of the Hill. 

"Before the Ghiznee tiger 

Leapt forth to burn and slay : 
Before the holy Prophet 

Taught our grim tribes to pray : 
Before Secunder's lances 

Pierced through each Indian glen : 
The mountain laws of honor 

Were framed for fearless men. 

"Still, when a chief dies bravely. 

We bind with gTeen one wrist — 
Green for the brave, for heroes 

One crimson thread we twist. 
Say ye, oh gallant Hillmen. 

For these, whose life has fled. 
Which is the fitting color, 

The green one. or the red ?" 

"Our brethren, laid in honor d graves, may wear 
Their green reward." each noble savage said : 

"To these, whom hawks and hungry wolves shall tear. 
Who dares deny the red ?" 

Thus conquering hate, and steadfast to the right. 

Fresh from the heart that haughty verdict came ; 
Beneath a waning moon, each spectral height 

Roll'd back its loud acclaim. 

Once more the chief gazed keenly 

Down on those daring dead : 
From his good sword their heart's blood 

Crept to that crimson thread. 
Once more he cried. "The judgment. 

Good friends, is wise and true. 
But though the red be given. 

Have we not more to do ? 

"These were not stirr'd by anger, 

Xor yet by lust made bold : 
Renown they thought above them. 

Nor did they look for gold. 
To them their leader's signal 

Was as the voice of God : 
Unmoved, and uncomplaining. 

The path it show'd they trod. 

"As. without sound or struggle. 

The stars unhurrying march. 
Where Allah's finger guides them. 

Through yonder purple arch. 
These Franks, sublimely silent, 

Without a quickened breath. 
Went, in the strength of duty. 

Straight to their goal of death. 

"If I were now to ask you, 

To name our bravest man, 
Ye all at once would answer. 

They call'd him Mehrab Khan. 
He sleeps among his fathers. 

Dear to our native land. 
With the bright mark he bled for 

Firm round his faithful hand. 

"The songs they sing of Roostum 

Fill all the past with light: 
If truth be in their music. 

He was a noble knight. 
But were those heroes living. 

And strong for battle slilL 
Would Mehrab Khan or Roostum 

Have climbed, like these, the Hill ?" 

And thev replied. "Though Mehrab Khan was brave. 
As chief, he chose himself what risks to run : 

Prince Roostum lied, his forfeit life to save. 
Which these have never done." 

"Enough !"' he shouted fiercely : 

"Doom'd though they be to hell. 
Bind fast the crimson trophy 

Round both wrists — bind it well. 
Who knows but that great Allah 

May grudge such matchless men. 
With none so deck'd in Heaven. 

To the fiends' flaming den ?" 

Then all the gallant robbers 

Shouted a stern "Amen !" 
They raised the slaughter'd sergeant. 

They raised his mangled ten. 
And when we found their bodies 

Left bleaching in the wind. 
Around both wrists in glory 

That crimson thread was twined. 

— F. H. Doyle. 

The question of abolishing the pigtail in China is 
said to have three aspects — "the historico-political. the 
aesthetic, and the economic" — but the consensus of 
opinion among the educated classes is in favor of abo- 
lition. Viceroy Wu Ting-Fang found on a tour 
through Central and South America that nine-tenths 
of the Chinese population had given up their queues. 

In a succinct historical retrospect recently published 
in London by Harold Simpson, we are helped to recog- 
nize how many generations had to elapse before the 
manufacture of the modern ballad was placed on a basis 
which afforded a proper scope for the talents of the 
lyric-writer and the tune-coiner. The London Spec- 
tator notes the work of Mr. Simpson and finds much 
entertainment in the book. From its review these para- 
graphs are chosen : 

The English ballad started on lines which gave no 
earnest of its ultimate developments. There is no 
tinge of parlor pathos in "Summer is icumen in." The 
word itself w-as indistinguishable from ballet, and indi- 
cated a song to be danced to. The ballad as we now 
know it was long overshadowed by the madrigal, the 
words of which were generally informed by a pastoral 
sentiment or conveyed the praises of a sovereign in 
terms which would be regarded as unduly fulsome in a 
democratic age. Still, even in those benighted days 
there were signs and symptoms of progress, and Bishop 
Hall in his "Martin Marsixtus." published in 1592. de- 
clared that "scarce a cat can look out of a gutter, but 
out starts a halfpenny chronicler, and presently a proper 
new ballet of a strange sight is indited." But the 
world had to wait for a hundred and thirtv vears for 
a real revulsion of popular taste. "The Beggar's 
Opera" (1727) revived the old tunes of England. To 
its success is due the birth of ballad operas, operas into 
which a number of songs were introduced which had 
nothing to do with the plot, somewhat after the style 
of our modern musical comedies. Many a wearv vear. 
however, had yet to pass before the emergence of the 
real modern ballad, with its wide appeal and gigantic 
circulation. Dr. Arne compromised himself by setting 
Shakespeare's songs instead of encouraging contempo- 
rary talent, and Wagner's enthusiasm for the melody 
of "Rule. Britannia !" is. to say the least, a disputable 
testimony to its merit. Carey and Dibdin wrote volumi- 
nously, but their earnings were miserable when com- 
pared with the profits of modern publishers. Still, 
there was an advance : and such places of popular resort 
as Yauxhall. Ranelagh. and the Marylebone Gardens 
"did much to foster public appreciation of 'popular' 
ballads, and may be said, in fact, to have been fore- 
runners of the ballad concerts of today." 

With the nineteenth century the popular ballad at 
last began to come by its own. This was the golden 
age of Balfe and Fitzball. Bunn and Wallace. Haynes 
Bayly (to whose chaste Muse Mr. Andrew Lang once 
consecrated an inimitable essay). Crouch. Knight, and 
Wade, the author of "Meet Me by Moonlight." But 
the most notable landmark in the history of the ballad 
in the early Victorian epoch is connected with the name 
of Mme. Vestris. who demanded "a sum of £20 from 
Charles Dance, a composer, as a royalty for continuing 
to sing his song, being apparently the first singer to 
introduce this practice." a happy modern adaptation 
of the devotion to royalty displayed by the old madrigal 
writers. This was a period enriched by such master- 
pieces as "The Village Blacksmith." which is "still 
being sung by Hayden Coffin and other popular singers" ; 
"The Banks of the Blue Moselle" and "Many Happy Re- 
turns of the Day." by John Blockley. which is "still 
sung at birthday parties": "My Pretty Jane." and "I'm 
Saddest when I Sing." Bishop. Balfe. and Wallace 
were competent musicians: but the methods of some of 
the ballad composers are picturesquely described by 
Willert (not Willett) Beale in "The Light of Other 
Days." Beale wrote a number of songs under the alias 
of Walter Maynard. but he was acquainted with a cer- 
tain composer "who used to whistle a tune to him. 
and get Maynard to write it down and put it into 
shape, adding the proper harmonies and accompani- 
ments," the song when completed being always claimed 
by the whistler as his own. Another notable landmark 
in the evolution of the popular modern ballad was the 
introduction of the cornet accompaniment in "The 
Light of Other Days" and "When Other Lips." though 
John Hullah in a fit of ungracious veracity described 
the instrument as "a cheap and nasty trumpet." But 
Hullah. Hatton. and. to a greater extent than either. 
Sterndale Bennett, failed to assist in the development 
of the ballad on the lines laid down by Balfe. The 
commercial instinct seems to have been sadly imperfect 
in Bennett, and Hatton sold the entire copyright of 
"Simon the Cellarer" for only twice what Milton re- 
ceived for "Paradise Lost." With Henry Russell we 
enter on a new phase of the ballad — the descriptive and 
didactic "Cheer. Boys. Cheer," was described as "the 
anthem of optimism." and it held the town for two 
years, when it was superseded in popularity by "Pop 
Goes the Weasel." The genius of Ascher. the author 
of "Alice. Where Art Thou?" exhausted itself in that 
supreme effort : but "Claribel." who disputes with Mme. 
Vestris the honor of having been the first to introduce 
the royalty system, and Virginia Gabriel were volumi- 
nous composers of songs which linger in the memory of 
the middle-aged. A whole chapter is devoted to Sulli- 
van's "Lost Chord," of which half a million copies 
were sold in twenty-five years. "A recent writer" de- 
scribes it as "probably one of the six most popular 
songs ever penned," and the composer once said: "I 
have composed much music since then, but have never 
written a second 'Lost Chord.' " 

In the 'seventies and eighties the reign of the ballad 
writer reached its climacteric. Those were the days of 
"Twickenham Ferrv" and 'Xancv Lee." 

January 7. 1911. 



A Novel for Newly-Weds. 

For those who can still derive sustenance 
and inspiration from love's young dream, 
there are novels a-plenty : the case of the 
newly-weds is different. Most purveyors of 
fiction are content to leave them to their fate, 
satisfied that they have served their turn up 
to the altar and wedding-bells. Vet, poor 
things, it is just then they most need the 
counsel of the wise men and women who spe- 
cialize in human nature, for it's easy enough 
to get married, but too hard to find in that 
state all the bliss which fancy painted in 
courting days. Mr. Williams, then, is a bene- 
factor, for he takes up his story after the 
wedding-bells have done ringing, the last slip- 
per and handful of rice thrown, and the 
honeymoon has begun to wane. 

Frederic and Molly Carroll are discovered 
in a sixteenth-century English manor house, 
in front of an antique fireplace, the lady,' as 
is usual, on a low stool at her new husband's 
feet. Hardly have the two been discovered 
than Frederic yawns. That is the keynote 
of the story. "Like many a misled lover be- 
fore him, here was a bridegroom who felt 
himself horribly lacking in the prime essen- 
tials of an orthodox husband, because he was 
rapidly becoming bored to death at being 
cooped up through a long, rainy season in a 
fascinating old manor house with the only 
Liirl lie had ever really loved." Mr. Williams 
stands aside from his couple for a moment 
to appraise the situation. They had both 
made the mistake of looking forward to mar- 
riage as the grand consummation of things, 
the end, so to speak. But it was not the end. 
"It was only the beginning. That was love. 
This was marriage — civilization's attempt to 
compromise with nature, which smilingly re- 
fuses to take civilization so seriously as we 
do. Marriage follows love, sometimes ; love 
would follow marriage more often if its neo- 
phytes weren't so misguided by those who 
tell about it — or discreetly decline to do so." 

Perhaps the reader who is seasoned in 
knowledge of the usual type of novel will 
think this is a forbidding beginning. He may 
even imagine the advent of the dangerous 
woman and all sorts of scandals. Well, the 
other woman does appear on the scene, but 
there are no scandals really ; on the contrary, 
the dangerous woman is a beacon light to the 
Carrolls and a miriistrant to their happiness. 
She becomes, indeed, through Molly's unusual 
attitude to a woman rival, the means whereby 
Frederic begins to learn the genuine value of 
his wife. And then the children help some, 
for the problem of nesting and all the vistas 
it opens up contribute to that ideal union 
which every marriage may result in if used in 
the right way. Frederic is a fine example 
of Browning's "And the need of a world of 
men for him," but he develops so finely that 
his gregariousness for his own sex eventually 
takes its right place. 

Frederic and Molly, however, are not the 
only occupants of the interesting world de- 
picted in Mr. Williams's pages. He has a 
whole gallery of delightful characters, includ- 
ing Aunt Bella, who embodied all the tradi- 
tions of the cultured Boston Carrolls, and 
such males as Irving Lawton and Horace Beck, 
the former a writer of stories and the latter 
an exploiter of their merits. Horace "wrote 
the advertisements of Irving's stories, show- 
ing how trenchant, gripping, and full of red 
corpuscles they were. It is much harder to 
advertise books than to write them. Ask any 
publisher." Of course all these people help 
the iheme along, and help it in a fascinating 
manner. In fact, the book is a notable 
achievement, full of humor and sententious 
comment, and welcome most of all for its 
healthy spirit. 

The Married Life of the Kp.ederic Carrolls. 
By Jesse Lynch Williams. New York: Charles 

Scribner's Sons; SI. 50. 

Our House. 

Paris's "Quarter" has occupied many pens ; 
the "Quarter" of London has attracted few 
historians. Consequently Mrs. Pennell has 
an unhackneyed theme, and she handles it to 
great advantage. Whether, however, the old 
house in which "J." and she have had their 
London home for so long is situated in the 
real "Quarter" of the English capital is open 
to question. Most artists and writers would 
vote for Chelsea rather than for that back- 
water off the Strand which is the theme of 
this lively book. Still, the fact that the out- 
look is over the Thames does link the Adelphi 
with Chelsea and at least constitutes it a 
suburb of the "Quarter." Besides, it does 
not need the testimony of Mrs. Pennell's 
pages to advertise the fact that the Adelphi 
is the chosen home of many well-known 
artists and writers, for the latter are of the 
kind which advertise their whereabouts with 
zealous persistence. 

One of Mrs, Pennell's neighbors is Mr. 
Shaw; called "the Socialist" in these pages. 
"I can not, with any respect for truth, call 
him unassuming : modesty is not his vice. It 
is not his ambition to hide his light under a 
bushel — or rather a hogshead ; on the con- 
trary, as he would be the first to admit, it 
could not flare on too many housetops to 
please him. When I first met him. years be- 

fore we met again in the Quarter, the world 
had not heard of him, but he was quite frank 
in his determination that it should, though 
to make it hear, he would have to play a 
continuous solo on his own cornet, until he 
impressed somebody else with the necessity 
of blowing it for him. ... As he courts, 
rather than evades, notice. I doubt if he 
would be embarrassed to learn how repeatedly 
I see him doing his hair in the morning and 
putting out his lights at night, or how entirely 
I am in his confidence as to the frequency of 
his luncheon parties and the number of his 
guests. Were I not the soul of discretion I 
could publish his daily menus to the world, 
for his kitchen opens itself so aggressively 
to my view that I see into it as often as into 
my own." So Mrs. Pennell could tell us 
whether G. B. S. is that austere vegetarian 
he pretends to be. What a pity the revelation 
is not given in these pages ! 

However, not all these entertaining chapters 
are concerned with the famous inhabitants of 
the "Quarter." There are admirable character 
sketches of the various servants and house- 
keepers and miscellaneous callers whose lives 
have been associated with the Pennell home. 
Perhaps the historian is a little hard on "our 
beggars." for, after all, they have provided 
excellent "copy." 

Our House and the People ix It. By Eliza- 
beth Robins Pennell. Boston : Houghton Mifflin 
Company ; §1 .25 net. 

Heroes of California. 
In this volume devoted to the stirring deeds 
of the founders of the Golden State, Mr. 
James has allowed his subjects, in many in- 
stances, to tell their own story. Where per- 
sonal narratives have failed, he has gleaned 
far and wide for anecdote, incident, or bio- 
graphical detail. By these methods he has 
set forth the doings of such men as James O. 
Pattie, Jedediah Smith, John Bidwell, Charles 
T. Stanton, William Taylor. James Lick, and 
many others, not confining himself to the 
dead, but giving several chapters to the living. 
Throughout the narrative is fully illustrated 
from photographs, and the whole is a record 
in which Californians will find much of in- 
terest. One of the defects of the book is that 
it exemplifies in an irritating manner Mr. 
James's fondness for a preachy style of 
writing, while his watering down of ideas is 
carried to a painful extreme. The first page 
of his introduction is a pertinent example of 
the latter defect, for one solitary idea does 
duty through its three paragraphs. The book- 
is well made and has a useful index. 

Heroes of California. By George Wharton 
James. Boston: Little, Brown & Co.; $2 net. 

Panama and the Canal. 

Now that the famous canal is in the last 
stage of its making there are certain to be 
large supplements to the literature dealing 
with the republic and the waterway which 
has spread its fame throughout the world, but 
it is difficult to see what additions can be 
made to the story as told by Mr. Lindsay. 
In the first section of his generously illus- 
trated book he relates the history of the canal 
from the time when its creation was first 
mooted, and gives an interesting and ample 
account of the work done by the French and 
the subsequent operations of American engi- 
neers. The second section is devoted to the 
country through which the canal passes, the 
actual state of affairs today being prefaced 
by a brief but comprehensive historical 
sketch. Mr. Lindsay declares that the cli- 
mate, while tropical, is much less trying than 
is generally supposed, and he anticipates that 
many of the thousands of Spaniards and 
Italians now engaged on the canal works will 
remain in the republic when their task is 
finished and take up land. In the author's 
opinion, "there is nowhere in the world 
richer land." and he points out that any 
American of good character can secure title 
to ■ a considerable tract of that land at a 
cost of $2.50 per hectare on condition of fenc- 
ing it and reducing it to cultivation in five 
years. Mr. Lindsay does not' advise gold- 
seekers to go to Panama, but is confident that 
for agriculture the country offers splendid 
opportunities. , 

Panama and the Can \l TodaV. By Forbes 
Lindsay. Boston: L. C. Page & Co.; S3. 

All told. Miss Wright's picture of Cuba is 
not particularly attractive. It would have been 
different, no doubt, had she confined herself 
to her first impressions of Havana, but a resi- 
dence of ten years in the island has broken 
the spell. Still, it is admitted that the situa- 
tion in Cuba by reason of its very extraordi- 
nariness constitutes a rare opportunity for pio- 
neers. When that i? said not much remains, 
according to Miss Wright. And it is evident 
she writes from intimate knowledge, not only 
of the capital but also of the provinces. To 
the capital several chapters are devoted, which 
set forth in an interesting manner all the lii> 
torical facts and most of the phases of present- 
day life. The true points of interest in and 
around Havana, we are told, are those which 
can not be foretold, nor found twice alike, but 
consist in a thousand sights and sounds trivial 
in themselves but cherished strangely in the 
memory of winter visitors, or "ducks of 

Florida" as they are called. On the other 
hand. Miss Wright affirms that "to walk the 
streets of Havana is to court horror. Disease 
and deformity, in hideous variety, parade even 
Obispo. To me the beggars — the wry-limbed 
men, and especially the blear-eyed women — are 
by no means the most offensive among what 
one encounters. In the parks and on the 
promenades one passes, too often, male hu- 
mans whose condition certainly warrants their 
removal from the public thoroughfare ; I have 
often seen American women cross the street 
rather than come close to such." And the 
political situation is no better. Miss Wright 
regards the republic as a spurious thing. 
"There it stands, tottering, and pregnant with 
militant trouble as was the Trojan horse of 
old." It should be added that the volume is 
fully illustrated from excellent photographs. 

Cuba. Ey Irene A. Wright. New York: The 
Macniillan Company; $2.50 net. 

Briefer Reviews. 
As a companion volume to "The Optimist's 
Good-Morning," Florence H. Perin has com- 
piled "The Optimist's Good-Night" (Little, 
Brown & Co. . $1.25 net), which offers a wise 
selection of thoughts and aspirations suitable 
for meditation at the close of the day. The 
quotations are about evenly balanced between 
prose and verse. 

Among the subjects discussed by Lyman 
Abbott in his "The Spirit of Democracy" 
(Houghton Mifflin Company ; $1.25 net) are 
the present conditions of industry, political 
socialism, the tendency of democracy, and the 
evolution of education. Throughout he as- 
sumes that democracy is something more 
than a form of government ; he believes it 
is a spirit which should influence all phases 
of social life. 

With an average of one illustration to five 
pages of text it will be obvious that C. Gas- 
quoine Hartley's "Things Seen in Spain" (E. 
P. Dutton & Co.; 75 cents net) is primarily 
a book of pictures. With one or two excep- 
tions the illustrations are from photographs 
of great technical excellence, all of which 
have been admirably reproduced. The text 
supplements the plates in an effective man- 
ner and between the two the little volume 
gives a pleasant and informing account of 
Spain and its people. 

Originally published sixteen years ago, 
Henry C. Vedder's "American Writers of To- 
day" (Silver, Burdett & Co.; $1.50) has made 
many friends and will undoubtedly widen its 
constituency in its new and revised form. 
The list of authors has been enlarged by the 
inclusion of Mary E. Wilkins, but otherwise 
the roll is unaltered. The deaths of ten of 
the authors has necessitated additions to the 
original account of their work, and of course 
the dates have been corrected. In its present 
form, then, this study of contemporary litera- 
ture in the persons of its chief producers has 
many claims upon the casual reader and the 

Not merely golfers, but all who play games 
of any kind, will find Arnold Haultain's "The 
Mystery of Golf" (the Macmillan Company; 
$1.75 net) a fascinating volume — fascinating 
because it does, as the author hopes, throw 
much light on the psychology of all recrea- 
tion. To the question, in what does the secret 
of golf lie? he answers: "Not in one thing; 
but in many. And in many so mysteriously 
conjoined, so incomprehensively interwoven, 
as to baffle analysis. The mind plays as large 
a part as the muscles ; and perhaps the moral 
nature as large a part as the mind."' 

Ralph Waldo Trine's "The Land of Living 
Men" (Thomas V. Crowell & Co.; $1.25) 
gives a survey of those present-day conditions 
which are "undermining the very foundations 
of free and efficient government," discusses 
the chief causes of those conditions, and de- 
scribes some of the methods which have been 
proved effective as remedies. Mr. Trine's 
ambition is to aid in making the United States 
conform to his title, and throughout he writes 
with undoubted earnestness. His plea is that 
"government must be thoroughly and truly 
representative, or those in power will grad- 
ually get the agents of administration and of 
production" under their control. 


Don't simply 
"get a cake of soap." 
Get good soap. Ask 
for Pears' and you 
have pure soap. 
Then bathing will 
mean more than 
mere cleanliness; it 
will be luxury at 
trifling cost. 

Sales increasing since 1789. 



<5 We sell standard makes at a legitimate profit. 

We carry all grades, but only the best in each 

grade — Steinway, Emerson, Kurtzman, Ceciliau 

Player Piano, etc. 

r We will jell you any of our less expensive pianos and 

agiee to take the same in exchange for a STEJN WAY 

any time within three years, allowing the full purchase 

price paid. 

•3 Moderate terms on any piano, even on the Steinway. 

Rent Pianos — Finest Stock — Best Rates 

Sherman Mlay & Go. 

Stormy and Other Fanoi Player Plows of til GraJts 
Victor Talking Machines Shee! Mask and Musical Merchandise 

Kearny and Sutter S ts., San Francisco 
Fourteenth and Clay Sts., Oakland 


Hot Springs 

One of the world's most curative springs, 
2 J4 hours from San Francisco ; one of Cali- 
fornia's best hotels and a delightful place for 
rest and recreation. See Southern Pacific In- 
formation Bureau, James Flood Building, any 
S. P. Agent, or Peck-Judah, 789 Market St., 
San Francisco, or 553 S. Spring St., Los An- 
geles, or address manager, Byron Hot Springs, 

Eames Tricycle Co. 

Manufacturers of 

Invalid Rolling Chairs for all purposes 


Invalid Chairs wholesale and 
retail and for rent. 
1714 Market Street - - San Francisco 

Phone Park 29-10 
1202 S. Main - - - Lot Angeles 

Roy C. Ward 
Jas. K. Polk 

Jas. W. Dean 
Geo. E. Billings 



312 California Street. Phone Douglas 2283 
San Francisco, Cal. 



300 YEARS 

The Carthusian Monks have Made 

Liqueur Peres Chartreux 


The World's Most Famous 

At first-class Wine Merchants. Grocers, Hotels, Catts, 

Batjcr & Co., 45 Broadway, New York, N.Y. 

Sole Agents for United States. 


January 7, 1911. 


Cottage Pie. 
Having demonstrated to the satisfaction of 
a good many people that the lowly dwellers 
of cities can be made to serve the purposes 
of imagination, Mr. Lyons undertakes in these 
sketches to prove the same thing of rural cot- 
tagers. And he does it with that' transformed 
realism which made his "Arthur's" such an 
enjoyable book. His vignettes are as sharply 
etched as ever, his climaxes as deftly man- 
aged, and his dialogue as native to its speak- 
ers. Phyllis is here in many forms, and each 
of them attractive. But Mr. Lyons knows 
where to stop, as in the following example: 
"Ethel Mary Parker is commonly regarded 
as the 'belle' of this village, an opinion which 
I do not share. I hold that there is far too 
much of Ethel Mary ; too much figure, too 
much eyelash, too much complexion, too much 
smile, and, above all, too much — affability. 

"At the same time I will admit that her 
hair, which is the color of red ale, is beauti- 
ful hair; I will admit that she is a beautiful 
person, if you can persuade your eye to com- 
prehend her all at once, just as an election 
poster is beautiful — if you can persuade your 
eye to comprehend it all at once. And she 
certainly has an irresistible way with pigs." 
At times, however, Mr. Lyons's chivalry 
deserts him, as when he met the lady with the 
fringe on a Sussex highway : 

"She was forty years old, at a venture. 
She had lots of mouth and a salmon-colored 
face with a pretense of a nose, and small, 
watery eyes. All these amenities were built 
up upon a triple foundation of chin, which 
was well matched by an exceeding amplitude 
of bosom and waist." 

Xor are the male characters less vividly 
portrayed. Mr. Tracey, the jobbing gardener, 
who makes frequent appearances on the scene, 
is a distinct addition to the gallery of fiction. 
His ways will touch responsive chords in the 
memory of all who have had occasion to em- 
ploy men of his class. He would turn up 
bright and early and sharpen a lawn-mower 
under his employer's bedroom window. 
"When he had done with the lawn-mower he 
found a scythe and sharpened that. When he 
had done with the scythe he sharpened a pair 
of shears: and when he had sharpened the 
shears and every other cutting tool in my 
collection he captured an iron wheelbarrow 
and began to kick it." Still. Mr. Tracey is 
worth knowing — in a book — and the same ver- 
dict must be passed in relation to all these 
clearly seen rural characters. 

Cottage Pie. By A. Neil Lyons. New York: 
John Lane Company; $1.50. 

to the end, for it introduces so many charm- 
ing people and offers so many alluring pic- 
tures of French country life that every page 
has its own appeal. And by way of illustra- 
tion Robert Demachy contributes a series of 
photographs which show how, in competent 
hands, the camera can produce results which 
may be rightly described as artistic. 

In and Out of a French Country-House. Ey 
Anna Bowman Dodd. New York: Dodd, Mead & 
Co.; $2.25 net. 

Samuel Rogers and His Circle. 
In view of the many books — and some ot 
them comparatively recent — which retail the 
old anecdotes about Samuel Rogers and his 
friends, the present volume is entirely un- 
necessary. And the more so in that Mr. 
Roberts is a book-compiler of the smallest 
accomplishments, with an irritating weakness 
for indulging in the most fatuous comments. 
His efforts at poetical criticism are particu- 
larly feeble, while his attempts at character 
sketches of Byron, Wordsworth, and other 
immortals are saved from bathos merely by 
his quotations. Practically the only interest 
of the volume is in its portrait illustrations, 
but they are not sufficiently unique to justify 
their publication between three hundred pages 
of such text as Mr. Roberts supplies. 

Samuel Rogers and His Circle. By R. Ellis 
Roberts. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.; $3.50 

Plutarch's Cimon and Pericles. 
All students and teachers of Greek history 
will rejoice that Professor Perrin has been 
able to follow up his translations of the lives 
of Themistocles and Aristides with equally 
admirable versions of the lives of Cimon and 
Pericles. It is good news, too, that he hopes 
to issue before long a third volume contain- 
ing the lives of the Nicias and Alcibiades. 
With the publication of that volume Professor 
Perrin will have provided not alone an ideal 
text of Plutarch, but adequate material for the 
critical study of the greatest century in the 
history of Athens. For, as in his previous 
volume, the translations are prefaced by an 
introduction which examines with scholarly 
care the primary sources for Greek history for 
a period of nearly half a century — that is, 
from the battles of Platsea and Mycale to the 
beginning of the Peloponnesian war. There 
is, in addition, a most useful chronological 
table of the events of the lives of Cimon and 
Pericles, an outline sketch of Greek history, I 
and a discussion of the sources of the two 
lives. Xor should it be forgotten that the 
text is followed by copious notes of an ex- 
tremely valuable character. Altogether the 
volume is one upon which Professor Perrin 
may be warmly congratulated, for it is a 
notable addition to American scholarship. 

Plutarch's Cimon and Pericles. Newly trans- 
lated by Bernadotte Perrin. New York: Charles 
Scribner's Sons; $2 net. 

The Basis of Musical Pleasure. 
Wherein lies the power and charm of 
music, what enables it to lift its hearers from 
the prosaic to the ideal? Such is the question 
to which Mr. Gehring devotes his attention 
in this suggestive little volume. The prob- 
lem, he reminds us, has given rise to five 
theories, which explain the charm of music 
as residing in its elementary effect, its formal 
elaboration, its associations, its symbolistic 
properties, or its agreement with the opera- 
tions of the mind. These theories are care- 
fully examined in detail and subjected to 
searching analysis, with the result that in the 
end Mr. Gehring finds all the contributing 
factors shading off into the unknown. Hence, 
"although the charm of music has long been 
a subject of thought, the results in the way 
of positive insight have been surprisingly 
meagre. So impenetrable does the subject 
seem as to nourish the suspicion that we 
may be dealing with some of the deeper as- 
pects of physical existence, and that an ade- 
quate solution might throw light on many 
hidden aspects of mind and emotion." In 
short, up to the present any attempt to formu- 
late a musical vocabulary which shall corre- 
spond to a vocabulary of words has ended in 

The Basis of Musical Pleasure. By Albert 
Gehring. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons; $1.50. 

A French Country House. 
Much of the romance of old France ex- 
hales from these pages. Perhaps that will 
survive in the country districts for many 
generations, despite the political innovations 
which are being tried. Such a survival is 
suggested by the cure who greets the reader 
in the opening chapter and tells with sup- 
pressed glee how the searchers for church 
property have been foiled in their quest. The 
modern note is struck again in the relation 
by the marquis of the sale of his ancestral 
home to a Parisian maker of umbrellas. 
"Figure to yourself, madame, that all the 
years this creature was making umbrella 
sticks, he was nourishing an ideal. This 
dream took the shape of a chateau, dating 
back to the time of Charlemagne. It must 
have four towers, and they must be intact — 
also, there must be a moat, with real swans." 
Upon these characters there enters a young 
and wealthy Foston widow, touring Xormandy 
in her automobile, and with that twist in the 
narrative the reader gains an inkling of what 
is to happei That, however, will not inter- 
delight of following the story 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 
Bjornson's son, in describing the last hours 
of his father, writes: "Xow and then the 
bright flame of his humor flickered up ; the 
doctor felt his pulse and said it was good. 
With his face beaming with humor he turned 
toward us, and said : 'I am the first man to 
die with a good pulse.' He said one evening 
— and it seemed as if an old, wise man was 
speaking with the weight of experience : 
'Now I could write ; yes, now I could write, 
for I have been in the realms of death and 
have felt the pain that attends death.' And 
when all of us thought that the indifference 
of death was upon him, my mother, who always 
gave him his food, which he would receive 
only from her, stood at the bedside with a 
brooch on her breast which she had worn at 
her confirmation — then he opened his eyes 
and looked at her. He smiled, lifted his 
hand, and touched the brooch. This was the 
last sign to the outer world he was able to 

Three new volumes are to be added shortly 
to the uniform edition of the works of 
Nietzsche which the Macmillans have in 
course of publication under the general editor- 
ship of Dr. Oscar Levy. 

Major McLaughlin's "My Friend the In- 
dian" has been officially selected for supple- 
mentary reading in the Indian schools. In 
making the announcement Commissioner 
Robert G. Valentine says the book is one 
which he wishes all in the Indian service to 
study as a means of informing themselves 
in Indian traits. 

Three relics of Charles Dickens which are 
to be sold in London shortly include the black 
leather writing-case used by the novelist dur- 
ing his reading tour in America in 1867. It 
bears a simple brass plate with his initials. 

Mrs. French Sheldon is the latest author 
to enjoy the privilege of reading her own 
obituary notices. She will no doubt find much 
satisfaction in the fact that due emphasis was 
laid upon her translation of Flaubert's *'Sa- 
lammbo." an edition de luxe copy of which, 
it will be remembered, was placed in Flau- 
bert's tomb at Rouen by the French govern- 
Arnold Bennett evidently owes much of his 
ability- to write such lengthy novels to early 
rising and a hasty cup of tea. That, at any 
rate, is the inevitable conclusion to be drawn 

from the new preface to his "How to Live 
on Twenty-Four Hours a Day." Meeting the 
objections with which his plea for earlier 
hours is likely to be greeted by those who 
protest that they can not work on an empty 
stomach, he gives minute directions for the 
speedy preparation of a little light refresh- 
ment without the aid of sen-ants. "The 
proper, wise balancing of one's whole life may 
depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at 
an unusual hour." 

A representative of "the great uninformed 
mass of people" makes an appeal to men of 
letters to restore to readers the English of 
Shakespeare, Milton, Addison, Steele, Gib- 
bon, and Macaulay. When he sees in Shake- 
speare the most profound speculations in 
metaphysics expressed in words of two or 
three letters each he begins to suspect that 
the first way to get back to the grand old 
English of two or three centuries ago is for 
some writers to become a little more clear as 
to what they really understand. 

Dr. Frederick A. Braun has in the press 
with Henry Holt & Co. a volume in which he 
has undertaken to show that Goethe exercised 
a powerful influence on Margaret Fuller in 
the formation of her religious beliefs and 
general conception of life. 

Dr. Johnson's house in Gough Square, Lon- 
don, has been bought by an anonymous ad- 
mirer who intends placing the building in the 
hands of trustees as a permanent memorial 
to Boswell's hero. 

William J. Locke has ended his extensive 
tour in the L T nited States and returned to 
England. But it is reassuring to be informed 
on high authority that although he was keenly 
interested in the various aspects of American 
life "he has no intention of passing snap judg- 
ments, or concerning himself with this new 
field in his forthcoming novel." 

In the first edition of the Encyclopaedia 
Britannica the following formed a complete 
article: "Woman — the female of man. See 
Homo." In the forthcoming edition "the fe- 
male of man" wilt be otherwise represented, 
and notably by countless articles from her 
pen. To celebrate female cooperation in the 
work a dinner was given in London to a hun- 
dred of the women contributors, who, as a 
souvenir of the occasion, were presented with 
an imitation volume of the Encyclopaedia con- 
taining chocolates. Some of the ladies, it ap- 
pears, took literal advantage of the chairman's 
"Ladies and gentlemen, you may smoke." 

Louis Rhead, the American artist whose 
drawings to special editions of "The Swiss 
Family Robinson" and "Robinson Crusoe" 
have so many admirers, has gone abroad to 
visit the actual scenes of another child's 
classic for which he is to make a hundred 

By far the most notable feature of the late 
Professor Griffin's life of Browning, which 
will undoubtedly be available in an American 
edition ere long, is its inclusion of the diary 
of Alfred Domett, the "Waring" of the poet 
In that document the diarist relates how, 
when he expressed surprise at the poet hav- 
ing, in "Fifine" and "La Saisiaz," attacked 
Byron's assertion that the human soul was 
nothing in comparison to the ocean, Brown- 
ing said he protested against it as a Chris- 
tian. "I never heard him, I think," wrote 
Domett, "avow his Christianity distinctly in 
his own person, except on this occasion." 
Less controversial are the examples given of 
the poet's humor and the stories of his wel- 
come to those who appreciated his work. 
When asked whether he objected to the adu- 
lation he was receiving, he rejoined, "Object 
to it ! I have waited forty years for it." 

"Grip," the raven of Dickens's "Barnaby 
Rudge," is declared by Harry T. Baker the 
most important source of Poe's "The Raven." 
He does not make the question into a matter 
of plagiarism, but insists Poe was in- 
debted to the novelist for his essential idea, 
and this notwithstanding that essay in which 
the poet purported to explain fully the genesis 
and composition of "The Raven." 

Queen Victoria's death in January, 1901, 
was set as the original limit of the Dic- 
tionary of Xational Biography, but early next 
year there is to be published a supplement 
which is to include all the notable people who 
have died between that date and the last day 
of 1910. 

New Books Received. 

Missions and Modern Thought. By William 
Owen Carver. New York: The Macmillan Com- 
pany; $1.50 net. 

Attempts to define the relations of the mis- 
sionary enterprise of the church to the thought 
of the present time, without taking for granted 
that modern thought is always right and that all 
that is not modern must either give place to 
what is new or adjust itself to it. 

South African Folk- Tales. Ey James A. 
Honey. New York: The Baker & Taylor Com- 
pany; $1 net. 

Many of these tales have been translated from 
the Dutch or have been written from childhood 
remembrance. The collection is full of interest, 
especially at the present time, when South Africa 
is at the dawn of a new development in its his- 

Ceow-Step. By Georgia Fraser. New York: 
Witter & Kintner; $1.50. 

A romance of Gowanus Valley on Western Long 
Island at the time of the Revolution. To some 
extent the story is a sequel to "The Stone House 
at Gowanus." 

The Christmas Treasury. Compiled by Temple 
Scott. New York: The Baker & Taylor Company; 
$1.25 net. 

An admirable anthology of song and verse, the 
selections of which are grouped under "The Christ- 
mas of the Home," "The Christmas of the Soul," 
"The Christmas of the Wanderer," "The Christ- 
mas of Religion," "Christmas Carols," and 
"Christmas Hymns." 

Piano Teaching: Its Principles and Problems. 
By Clarence G. Hamilton. Boston: Oliver Ditson 
Company; $1.25. 

Discusses the piano teacher's equipment, the 
rules and regulations of teaching, methods of in- 
structing in technic, etc. 

Literature in the School. By John S. Welch. 
New York: Silver, Burdett & Co.; $1.25. 

Designed for the use of the grade teacher who 
wishes to vitalize the instruction of literature in 
the elementary school. 

Makers and Defenders of America. Bv Anna 
E. Foote and Avery W. Skinner. New' York: 
American Book Company ; 60 cents. 

A collection of historical biographies starting 
with the heroes of the close of the French and 
Indian war period and extending to recent times. 

Anarchism and Other Essays. Bv Emma 
Goldman. New York: Mother Earth Publishing 
Company; $1 net. 

Includes a biographical sketch of the author. 
The subjects discussed embrace woman suffrage, 
marriage and love, the hypocrisy of Puritanism, 

A Senator of the 'Fifties. By Jeremiah 
Lynch. San Francisco: A. M. Robertson; $1.50 

A biographical study of David C. Broderick 
from original sources and personal knowledge. 
There is a spirited account of the duel in which 
Broderick received his mortal wound. 

The Fiction Library 

A convenience for Fiction Readers 



239 Grant Ave., between Post and Sutter Streets 
San Francisco 

All Bcoki thai are reviewed to the 
Argonaut can be obtained at 



Union Square San Francisco 


Established 1850 OF HARTFORD 

Cash Capita! $1,000,000 

Cash Assets 6,956,215 

Surplus to Policy-Hold ers 2,790,360 


Manager Pacific Department 


Son Francisco 


CISCO (Member of Associated Savings Banks 
of San Francisco), northwest corner California 
and Montgomery Streets; after January 3, 1911, 
Market Street at Grant Avenue and O'Farrell 
Street. — For the half-year ending December 31, 
1910. a dividend has been declared at the rate 
of four (4) per cent per annum on all savings 
deposits, free of taxes, payable on and after 
Tuesday, January 3, 1911. A dividend not 
drawn will be added to the deposit account, be- 
come a part thereof and earn dividend from 
January 1, 1911. Money deposited on or before 
January 10, 1911, will earn interest from Jan- 
uary 1st. R. M. WELCH, Cashier. 

CIETY (the German Bank). (Member of the 
Associated Savings Banks of San Francisco), 
526 California Street; Mission Branch, 3572 
Mission Street, near Twenty-Second ; Richmond 
District Branch, 432 Clement Street, between 
Fifth and Sixth Avenues. — For the half-year 
ending December 31, 1910, a dividend has been 
declared at the rate of four (4) per cent per 
annum on all deposits, free of taxes, payable on 
and after Tuesday, January 3, 1911. Dividends 
not called for are added to the deposit account 
and earn dividends from January 1, 1911. 


BANK OF ITALY (Member of Associated Sav- 
ings Banks of San Francisco), Market Street 
Branch, junction Market, Turk and Mason 
Streets: West Branch, 1221 Polk Street, corner 
Fern Avenue. — For the half-year ending De- 
cember 31, 1910, a dividend has been declared 
at the rate of four (4) per cent per annum on 
all savings deposits, free of taxes, payable on 
and after January 3, 1911 % Dividends not called 
for are added to and bearthe same rate of in- 
terest as the principal, from January 1, 1911. 
Money deposited on or before January 10 will 
earn interest from January 1. 

A. PEDRINI, Cashier. 
L. SCATENA, President. 

Associated Savings Banks of San Francisco), 
783 Market Street, near Fourth. — For the half- 
year ending December 31, 1910, a dividend has 
been declared at the rate of four (4) per cent 
per annum on all savings deposits, free of taxes, 
payable on and after Tuesday, January 3, 1911. 
Dividends not called for are added to and bear 
the same rate of interest as the principal from 
January 1, 1911. 

H. C. KLEVESAHL, Cashier. 

January 7, 1911. 




By Josephine Hart Phelps. 

Strange to say, "A Man's World," which 
is written by a woman, and therefore from 
a woman's point of view, and, presumably, is 
supposed to fe-arouse a woman's sleeping 
sense of the injustice of established conven- 
tions as bearing against the more yielding sex, 
seemed to awaken masculine approbation on 
Monday night. It was a good-sized holiday 
audience that had assembled at the Savoy 
Theatre, and it was therefore in an expansive 
holiday mood. An immense contrast it 
formed to that at the first hearing of the 
play in Buffalo, some little time back, so I was 
told by some one who was present on both 
occasions. It was there a case of trying it 
on the dog, and the Buffalo dog didn't take 
to it. It was a cold and unresponsive dog, 
and froze all the spontaneity of the players 
into ice ; as a consequence, the play went in 
jerks, while on Monday night, the cosy, ap- 
probative attitude of the San Francisco au- 
dience warmed the cockles of the players' 
hearts. They played with freshness and zest, 
because their points took every time. 

This improvement in the attitude of the au- 
dience is not, however, entirely due to our 
sun-warmed temperamental enthusiasm out 
here, but is partly because the play has been 
pruned, polished, and considerably altered. 

As it now stands, "A Man's World," di- 
vested of its original preachiness and talkiness, 
while not exactly supple and unconscious in 
its gait, moves with tolerable swiftness and 
ease to its somewhat unconvincing denoue- 
ment. The title makes the nature of the 
theme apparent: it is the old contention over 
which women still seethe and boil ineffectually 
and inconsistently; the injustice of a differ- 
ent standard of morality for men and women. 
For some inexplicable reason women have a 
tendency to blame this state of things on the 
men, forgetting that of all intolerance that 
of the woman who has only a half knowledge 
of life is the most extreme. Yet if the power 
to make the balance exactly even between 
men and women lay with the latter, would 
they do it ? I doubt it. Women of irregular 
pasts and culpable presents naturally would ; 
but the woman of conventional tastes, the 
woman who lays down the canon of social 
laws, the woman whose sayso really "counts, 
prefers things as they are. She is afraid of 
her socially independent sister; she doesn't 
understand her type, and prefers not to have 
her invading her own precincts. If she is a 
young maid, she thinks but little on the sub- 
ject, unless she runs up against a suitor with 
a siren-bespangled past. If she is a wife, 
she wants to feel safe about her own little 
man. If she is a widow she foresees a future 
annexation that must be protected. In fact, 
the conventional-minded woman is like the 
non-public-spirited capitalist, who sometimes 
talks big, but always consistently looks out for 
number one. 

As for the men, why, they have the point 
of vantage, and they are naturally going to 
hold it just as long as they can. 

The good old question of preserving in- 
tact the family strain, whether with royalties 
or commoners, has been threshed out often 
enough and need not be discussed. The 
whole point seems to be that we are in the 
grip of a social code that is a part of our 
civilization. Some one has got to be the vic- 
tim, and she who represents the physically 
weaker and handicapped sex naturally is. 
Sometimes she goes to her grave unknowing. 
Sometimes she does not discover it until 
youth has fled. Sometimes she knuckles un- 
der, and sometimes she rebels. But she 
rarely makes a stand. George Eliot was one 
of the few, the very, very few who have 
triumphed over social laws. But because 
she succeeded in establishing her right to 
love George Henry Lewes without marriage 
there were many who reprobated her bitterly 
because, after Lewes's death, she married 
young Cross. Yet when one reads her biogra- 
phy one realizes her absolute need of con- 
genial companionship, and smiles amusedly 
at the foolish accuser. 

And for that matter, one can often hear 
women (generally single ones i inveigh bit- 
terly against the widower who remarries, for- 
getting apparently that, in grasping at his" 
own happiness, he is rounding out some one 
else's incompleted life. 

But, to revert to "A Man's World," Rachel 
Crothers has evidently wished to present to 
our view some sort of reflection of the un- 

easy revolt against the fixedness of this 
canon agitating a certain small proportion of 
self-supporting women of an independent or- 
der of mind. Rachel Crothers, however, did 
not have the courage to make her heroine 
an erring one. Frank Ware is impeccable, 
and only unwarranted suspicion stains her 
white robe. Suspicion is transferred from 
her to the man she loves, and then, when she 
learns his guilt, she makes her stand. 

It is like dying for a lost cause. In the 
original version, Miss Crothers brings the 
lovers together again. I believe the woman 
is supposed to have a spiritualizing effect 
upon the man's dominating masculinity. But 
in this revised form, the play ends sadly ; 
illogically, too, I think. The man gives a 
man's excuse ; the woman he had apparently 
wronged knew what she was about. He had 
never been guilty of the dastardly desertion 
of her in her need that he was accused of, 
because he had never known she had a child. 
He is the first love of Frank Ware's life. 
She is rich in womanliness and strength, and 
she loves him with the ardor of a strong 
nature hitherto unawakened. 

Yet she lets him go. The audience could 
scarcely believe their eyes and ears when the 
curtain fell on their parting. They stood up, 
hesitated, gazed perplexedly at the stage, at 
each other. It struck me that it was not 
the usual desire for a happy ending that af- 
fected them, but simply that they felt in- 
stinctively the incongruity of the woman's 
decision as contrasted with the kind of Frank 
Ware we had hitherto known in the play. 
In fact, Miss Crothers had pushed the simply 
human aside, in order to round out her con- 
tention, namely, that woman must make a 
stand in such cases. 

Mary Mannering's type is well adapted to 
the role of the woman whose nature is both 
sweet and strong. She is not a compelling 
actress, in spite of her experience, and her 
popularity. She relies too much on technic 
and too little on natural feeling. Her emo- 
tionalism is always rather forced, and, like 
Blanche Walsh in "The Test," she gave, in 
the moment of Frank Ware's supreme an- 
guish, an exhibition of emotional acting that 
was physical, instead of mental, and that 
reached the nerves instead of the feelings. 

But she is still handsome, her crown of 
hair is beautiful, her voice still retains its 
caressing inflections, and she still expresses 
ardent love with that back-thrown-head atti- 
tude that lends itself so admirably to the 
line of chin and throat. 

We have a few glimpses of higher Bohemia 
in the play, and the types exhibited contain 
some touches of truth and realism. That of 
Clara, particularly, the poor, plain little spin- 
ster, struggling with an unprofitable half- 
talent through a lonely world full of indiffer- 
ent people. Poor Clara ! Another victim. 
What would her fate be if she had the 
emancipation she rashly demanded during her 
burst of revolt against life and its hard con- 
ditions? She would perhaps wear the flower 
of love a little, little while, and then no 
more. Alas ! There have to be dull Claras 
in the world to serve as a foil to beauty and 
bright pleasure. 

Helen Ormsbee gave this rather pathetic 
little character sketch with intelligence, and 
her supressed hysteria was true to life. 

Ann Crewe, as the showy Leona, embittered 
by jealousy, had such effective lines and pro- 
jected their sentiment so completely across 
the footlights that in spite of some incon- 
gruities in physical representation she won 
the favor of her audience. 

Alphonz Ethier played the role of Frank's 
wooer, Malcolm Gaskeli, a man who stands 
for sheer, selfish, demanding masculine force. 
He did it, on the whole, very well,' as the 
character is not embellished with any of those 
softer graces that win favor, and he did suc- 
cessfully convey the idea of the average 
sensual man who loves with his senses, and 
wins by appealing to that which is universal 
in man and woman. 

A very good contrast is made in the pure, 
protecting, unselfish love of Fritz, who is 
very sympathetically impersonated by Charles 

Two minor male characters are cleverly 
individualized by Messrs. Berthelet and Bogel, 
although the author rather crippled her con- 
ception of the Frenchman's character by elim- 
inating too many of his lines. He is trying 
to make clear his idea of the greater moral 
grandeur of the woman who, having once 
broken the moral law. has proudly risen su- 
perior to the weakness that betrayed her. 
But again Miss Crothers became faint- 
hearted and cut out much of his original 
lines, and his thought is only half expressed. 

The ever popular figure of childhood is a 
softening element in a play, which players 
always insist on by too much embracing. If 
children were as often and as ardently em- 
brace] in real life as they are in stage life 
their young diaphragms would be permanently 
out of repair. The pretty little midget who 
played "Kiddie" is a miracle of distinctness, 
and acts his part out commendably. 

The play as a whole is fairly interesting — 
les> so, it seems to me, than Rachel Crothers's 
other plays — fairly bright in dialogue, and has 
plenty of action and plot. Its defect is the 
lack of spontaneity of action. 


The management of the Columbia Theatre 
announces that Charles Frohman's great pro- 
duction of the melodious "The Dollar Prin- 
cess" will remain the attraction at that play- 
house for a third and last week, commencing 
with this Sunday night, January 8. Large 
audiences have attended the performances of 
the piece, already given, and the advance sale 
of seats for the remaining presentations is 
already so big as to presage the complete sell- 
ing out of the seating capacity at all times 
during the engagement. From a musical 
standpoint "The Dollar Princess - ' surpasses 
any work brought West in a long time. The 
company, headed by Daphne Glenne and 
Franklin Farnum, is all that could be desired 
and individual success has been achieved in 
many instances. "The Dollar Princess" will 
be seen for the last time on Saturday night. 
January 14. There will be matinees on 
Wednesday and Saturday. 

Mary Mannering will make her last ap- 
pearance at the Savoy Theatre in "A Man's 
World" this Saturday evening, and on Sun- 
day "The Nigger," Edward Sheldon's much- 
discussed play, dealing with the Southern 
race problem, will begin an engagement lim- 
ited to eight nights. There are fourteen 
distinct characters in "The Nigger," and 
every part in the play is said to be of vital 
importance in developing the story. The cen- 
tral character, played by that great San 
Francisco favorite, Thurlow Bergen, is that 
of Philip Morrow, first the sheriff of his 
county and then the governor of bis State, 
whose career as a white man is blasted by the 
discovery that he has colored blood in his 
veins, forced upon him by a distiller, Clifton 
Noyes, because of his refusal to veto a pro- 
hibition bill passed by the legislature. George 
Barbier plays the role of Noyes, and gives it 
an importance, it is said, second only to that 
of the "nigger." The role of Georgiana Byrd, 
Morrow's sweetheart, whom he first insists on 
marrying but relinquishes when he realizes 
that social ostracism must accompany his new 
condition, is in the hands of Miss Florence 
Roberts, who will undoubtedly receive an ova- 
tion on her appearance Sunday evening. The 
company provided by William A. Brady is 
said to be exceptionally strong in every par- 
ticular, while the scenic investiture is de- 
scribed as both beautiful and true to the 
Southern locale of the story. Edward Shel- 
don's first play, "Salvation Nell," created a 
profound sensation here, and "The Nigger" is 
said to be even more absorbingly interesting. 

jolly nautical comedy in which si 

success in a spanking breeze during a long 

run at Daly's Theatre, New York, last season. 

Alice Lloyd continues to be the theatrical 
sensation of the week. No greater favorite 
has ever appeared at the Orpheum, and she 
is received at every performance with en- 
thusiastic demonstrations of approval. For 
next week, which will most positively be her 
last. Miss Lloyd promises a new repertory 
of songs. The entire programme for the com- 
ing week will be particularly attractive. 
Among the new acts will be Joseph Hart's 
"Bathing Girls," a pretentious girl review. 
It is perhaps the most novel and diverting 
series of musical specialties the ingenious Mr. 
Hart has evolved. The six scenes in it in- 
clude a view of Madison Square Garden, the 
New York Roof Garden, an artist's studio, 
the beach at Long Branch, and an actual surf 
scene which proves a sensation. The cast of 
the "Bathing Girls" consists of Glenwood 
White, Albertine Benson, Fleurette De Mar, 
Nettie Uart, Majorie Mack, Anna Hall. May 
Fitzgerald, and Sylvia Lati. Bonita, one of 
the most popular and celebrated of musical 
comedy prima donnas, who is playing a brief 
engagement in vaudeville, will appear in a 
condensed musical comedy, "The Real Girl," 
which is a happy combination of melody and 
comedy. She will be supported by Lew Hearn 
and company. The Hanlon Brothers, erst- 
while stars of "Superba" and "Fantasma," 
and other extravaganzas, will be included in 
the new bill. These famous brothers have 
invented more ingenious comedy effects than 
any other Pierrots. For their engagement 
here they will present a farcical pantomime 
which they call "Just-Phor-Phun," which 
abounds in agile comedy and originality. 
Elise, Wulflf. and W r aldoff, a trio of German 
acrobats and comedians who are a novelty in 
their line, will introduce many novel feats and 
a finale which will prove a great surprise. 
Hibbert and Warren, two unique minstrels, 
will provide a pastime which they call "Col- 
ored but not Born That Way." "A Night in 
a Monkey Music Hall." presented by Maud 
Rochez, will return for next week only. Next 
week will also be the last of the famous min- 
strel comedian. Lew Sully, who has set the 
town in a roar with his amusing burlesques of 
Alice Lloyd. 

"The Traveling Salesman," James Furlies's 
comedy, based on the life of "the man of the 
grip," will play a limited engagement at the 
Columbia Theatre commencing Monday night. 
January 16. The cast will be a particularly 
strong one. 

Miss Maxine Elliott, who enjoys the dis- 
tinction of being America's only actress man- 
ager, will follow "The Nigger" at the Savoy 
Theatre, presenting "The Inferior Sex," the 

One of the big attractions for this city next 
month is Charles Frohman's production of 
"The Arcadians." All the principals of the 
London cast have been brought over for the 
American tour. 

At the Metropolitan Opera House in New 
York on Monday evening of last week, after 
the presentation of Gluck's opera "Orfeo," 
the Russian dancers who were here recently 
made their reappearance and created the 
same sensation that accompanied their first 
introduction to a Manhattan audience. The 
"Bacchanale" dance is still considered the 
greatest achievement in their remarkable 




Safest and most magnificent theatre in America 

Week Beginning This Sunday Afternoon 

Most Positively Last Week 
The Incomparable English Comedienne 


That Famous Minstrel Man, LEW SULLY 

In conjunction with 


Joseph Hart's Latest Revue, "'BATHING 
GIRLS"; BONITA. assisted by Lew Hearn 
and Company; HANLON BROTHERS; 
and WARREN : Orpheum Motion Pictures, 
showing New York Police and Fire Depart- 
ment; Return next week onlv, "A NIGHT IN 
A MONKEY MUSIC HALL," introduced by 
Maud Rochez. 

Evening prices, 10c, 25c, 50c, 75c. Box 
seats, SI. Matinee prices (except Sundays and 
holidays), 10c, 25c, 50c. Phones — Douglas 70, 
Home C 1570. 


^^ The Leading Playhouse 

Phones: Franklin 150 Home C5 783 

Nightly, Including Sundays 

Matinees Wednesday and Saturday 

Monday, Jan. 9— THIRD and LAST WEEK 

Charles Frohman's musical production triumph 


Last time Saturday night, January 14 
Monday, Jan. 16 — "The Traveling Salesman" 
Watch for "The Girl in the Taxi" — A Scream 


McAllister, ». Hartd 

Phones: Market 130 
Home J 2822 

This Sat. aft. and eve. — Last times of Mary 

Mannering in "A Man's World" 

Starting Sun., Jan. 8 — For Eight Nights Only 

William A. Brady ( Ltd.) presents 


Supported by THURLOW BERGEN and a 

cast of superlative excellence, in Edward 

Sheldon remarkable American play 


New York's New Theatre's Greatest Success 

Night and Sat. mat. prices, $1.50 to 50c; 

"Pop" mat. Thurs., $1 to 25c. 

Monday, Jan. 16— MISS MAXINE EL- 
LIOTT in "The Inferior Sex." 


Cor. Sacramento and Scott 


The Great Contralto 
This Sunday aft, Jan. 8, at 2:30 
Tuesday eve, Jan. 10, at 8:15 

Seats $2.00, SI. 50. 51.00. at 
Sherman. Clay & Co.'s. Sunday 
after 10 a. tn. at the hall. 

OAKLAND— Wednesday aft, Jan. 11 

Mason & Hamlin Piano Used. 


The Great Bohemian Violinist 

and MAURICE EISNER. Pianist 

2 Sunday afts. Jan. 15 and 22; 
Thursday eve, Jan. 19 
Seats $2.00, $1.50. $1.00. at Sher- 
man. Clay & Co.'s next Wednesday. 

OAKLAND Friday aft, Jan. 20 

Sleinwiy Piino Used. 
Next— PEPITO ARRIOLA. The Piano Prodiev. 

A l^ llS \* JOCKEY CLUB 


Racing every Week Day, Rain or Shine 


First Race at 1:40 p. m. 
Admission— Men, $2 - - - - Ladies, $1 

For special trains stopping at the track, take 
S. P. Ferry, foot of Market St.; leave at 12 
m., thereafter every 20 minutes until 1:40 p. 
m. No smoking in the last two cars, which 
are reserved for ladies and their escorts. 


PERCY W. TREAT, Secretary. 


January 7, 1911. 


Chicago is to be saved regardless of cost. 
On the last day of the old year a thousand 
stalwart Gideons swooped down upon the ho- 
tels of the windy city bearing ominous pack- 
ages. But they did not contain bombs ; only 
Bibles. Each Gideonite carried six, and the 
volumes were handed in to the hotel clerks 
with a request that they be placed in the bed- 
rooms, unchained, for all to read who wished. 
The Bible has invaded the hotel before. 
Whoso has traveled much in England will re- 
member having hit upon many hostelries 
where a copy of the word of life lay upon 
the dressing-table, and in such apartments it 
is usual also to find the wall decorated with 
text leaflets suspended from a roller. If the 
traveler taxes his memory still further, he 
will recall that the hotels where Bibles and 
wall-texts are most plentiful are just those 
establishments which disprove the adage that 
cleanliness is next to godliness. It is to be 
hoped that Chicago will not furnish another 
illustration of that inconsistency, but in any 
case it might be advisable to equip each Bible- 
furnished bedroom with a corkscrew. 

From the vantage-ground of New York a 
note-taking Britisher undertakes to dispel 
some of the illusions nourished by his coun- 
trymen about things American. He is spe- 
cially explicit about the customs of the court 
of my Lady Nicotine. As thus : 

"Men in this country have their code of 
social right and wrong, and it finds a curious 
expression in rules as to pipe-smoking. I 
shall never forget how, soon after my arrival, 
I sought out Fifth Avenue and innocently 
smoked my pipe for half the length of it. 
During the other half the pipe lay concealed 
in my pocket; so many disapproving eyes had 
been directed my way, and I could not find 
another pipe to keep it company. 

"I thought probably pipes were taboo for 
outside use, so when I sat down in the New 
York Athletic Club to write a few letters I 
withdrew my briar from its hiding place, only 
to find that neither members nor guests were 
allowed to use pipes. The American man 
began to appear in a new light. He had 
frowned on my gaucherie for sinning on Fifth 
Avenue, and now he warns me, with delicacy, 
too, that I am a social criminal if — in a man's 
club, remember — I dare to foul the air with 
the fumes from an old briar. 

"I became quite interested in the problem, 
and found that in the University Club the 
pipe-smoker was banished to a 'pipe-room.' 
For the life of me I do not know what the 
meerschaum and the briar have done to merit 
this legislation, but it shows an unexpected 
fastidiousness, and I hereby warn all pipe- 
lovers that if they wish to save their souls in 
America they must not be seen outside with a 
much-loved mouthpiece." 

A more comprehensive view of American so- 
cial manners and customs is offered the world 
by Katherine Busbey, who owns to a New 
England descent. In turning the spotlight onto 
the ways of Washington she reveals more 
than the tribulations of the society reporter 
on a newspaper at the capital, even though 
postulating that her daily mail rivals that of 
the Secretary of State. The society reporter, 
it appears, has cards for teas and receptions 
of every description, where it is hoped the 
hostess's manner and frock will not escape 
her attention, and she receives by post all 
sorts of stories about the affairs of those who 
wish to spread the idea abroad that they, too, 
are among the shining ones in the social life 
of the capital. There is really not much dif- 
ference between the real article and the 
climber as far as the ease with which the so- 
ciety reporter gets her copy is concerned, for 
those who are sought are just as eager to con- 
tribute as those who blow their horn unurged, 
so that the melange in the two or three 
columns in a Washington daily devoted to 
social news in the height of a season is won- 
derful to behold. The climbers who have 
money, and the back-street hostesses who 
have only ambition — to put it politely — have 
their lists of "among the invited" sandwiched 
between an account of a White House mu- 
sicale and a dinner at the British embassy. 
The wife of an attache at one of the foreign 
embassies discovers that social heralding is 
free in the United States and the announce- 
ments of her "house-guests" ; her own out-of- 
town visits and her return therefrom ; her in- 
fluenza ; her recovery and fresh plunge into 
the social whirl ; her frocks and her hospi- 
tality, appear with mysterious accuracy and 
promptness in these social columns. One 
would think the society reporter a most im- 
pertinent, curious individual, if one did not 
know that she is more often a phonograph 
than an investigator. 

Woman as the destroyer, and love as the 
poison of life — these were the themes dilated 
upon in stentorian tones by the apostle of 
the "Futurists" the other day. He denounced 
the place of woman in history, and the evil 
blight of t" at "romantic love" of which she 
has been fe object throughout the centuries. 
t ' .unairic love had been the poison in 

which all the vice of men had been bred. 
The woman of beauty with her amorous de- 
sires, her erotic nature, her utter selfishness, 
her cruelty, her greed, her frailty, had been 
like the infamous , woman of the Bible of 
whom young men were bidden to beware. 
Her snakelike coils have crushed and checked 
the noblest ideals of man. "We must get rid 
of this infamous womanhood," he shouted by 
way of climax. Now the curious thing about 
this diatribe is that it was delivered to 
women, daintily gowned, pretty women, who 
only "smiled." And it was still with a smile 
that they heard the new John the Baptist ex- 
press his hope that the day would come when 
it would be possible to continue the human 
race by "mechanical means." Well might 
they smile ; not a daughter of Eve in the 
crowd that did not realize that, given the 
suitable environment, she could twist the 
prophet round her little finger. 

Really, all these voices crying in the wil- 
derness come a little late. And they do take 
themselves so seriously and imagine they are 
the first in the field. If only they would read 
Lecky they would discover that many cen- 
turies ago there were stern moralists who 
were never happy save when they were 
singling out some new form of luxury, or 
some trivial custom, for their extravagant de- 
nunciation. Thus Juvenal exhausts his vo- 
cabulary of invective in denouncing the atro- 
cious criminality of a certain noble, who in 
the very year of his consulship did not hesi- 
tate — not, it is true, by day. but at least by 
the sight of the moon and of the stars — with 
his own hand to drive his own chariot along 
the public road. Evidently the noble did not 
possess the union label. Then there was 
Seneca, who was scarcely less scandalized by 
the atrocious and, as he thought, unnatural 
luxury of those who had adopted the custom 
of cooling different beverages by mixing them 
with snow. Pliny assures us that the most 
monstrous of all criminals was the man who 
first devised the luxurious custom of wear- 
ing golden rings. Apuleius was compelled 
to defend himself for having eulogized tooth- 
powder, and he did so, among other ways, by 
arguing that nature has justified this form of 
propriety, for crocodiles were known period- 
ically to leave the waters of the Nile, and to 
lie with open jaws upon the banks, while a 
certain bird proceeds with its beak to clean 
their teeth. If we were to measure the crim- 
inality of different customs by the vehemence 
of the patristic denunciations, we might al- 
most conclude that the most atrocious offense 
of their day was the custom of wearing false 
hair, or dyeing natural hair. Clement of 
Alexandria questioned whether the validity of 
certain ecclesiastical ceremonies might not be 
affected by wigs : for, he asked, when the 
priest is placing his hand on the head of the 
person who kneels before him, if that hand is 
resting upon false hair, who is it he is really 
blessing? Tertullian shuddered at the thought 
that Christians might have the hair of those 
who were in hell upon their heads, and he 
found in the tiers of false hair that were in 
use a distinct rebellion against the assertion 
that no one can add to his stature, and, in 
the custom of dyeing the hair, a contravention 
of the declaration that man can not make one 
hair white or black. 

Who that knows aught of France is unac- 
quainted with the cafe concert, its foolish- 
ness and its charm, where- stupid songs are 
sung by ill-paid artists, and where geniuses 
are born and flourish, as in the case of Yvette 
Guilbert? They are of all grades, from the 
flashy affairs of Paris with their high-sound- 
ing names, to the obscure, dim little places 
in the provinces, where the piano and the 
voices are both in a state of decay. As an 
almost invariable rule the words sung at 
those concerts are idiotic, but the music is 
often of a high and delicious quality. Why 
are they so popular? According to one ana- 
lyst the cause is to be found in the "crowded 
existence of the average Parisian day" which 
makes it impossible for the pleasure-seeker 
to arrive at the theatre in time to enjoy the 
whole performance. Hence the convenience 
of the cafe concert, which can be visited with 
little preparation and at any hour. But is 
that the whole truth? Hardly. It is nearer 
the mark to find the explanation in the fact 
that the cafe concert gives greater opportunity 
for the delicate art of flirtation than the the- 
atre. Perhaps the same might be said for 
the German beer-garden if any one had the 
courage to charge Hans with indulging in 
such a frivolous occupation as flirting. 

These are sad days for the old aristocrats. 
It is all owing to the democratizing of society, 
which is said to be proceeding at a fearful 
pace in England and other old-world coun- 
tries. The new state of things does not much 
affect the richer members of the old aristoc- 
racy ; it is the poorer members who find them- 
selves in difficulties. Their purses will not 
expand to meet the new demands which are 
made on them, they can not compete with the 
new members of society either with regard 
to their clothes, their cooks, or their car- 
riages. They see hosts of strangers in Paris 
clothes and priceless jewels crowding the 

doors and blocking the staircases of houses 
which used to be full of familiar faces, and 
where every other guest was a near relative. 
The style of living to which they have always 
been accustomed, and which they were wont 
to think adequate and dignified, suddenly 
seems old-fashioned, restricted, even a little 
sordid. While admitting that perhaps the 
new state of things had to come, there are 
some who feel it is a pity the old aristocracy 
have surrendered so quickly and completely. 
And they take some consolation in the thought 
that if the effect of democracy on society has 
been to make it more gorgeous, it has also 
made it infinitely more dull. 

If any American descendant of an old Eng- 
lish ancestral line is thinking of urging his 
right to carry a banner at King George's 
coronation in Westminster Abbey, or believes 
it is his special prerogative to support the 
monarch's right hand while he is holding his 
sceptre, or carry a cushion, or hand out the 
programmes, let him now speak or forever 
after hold his peace. For the Court of Claims 
is now in session, and it's a case of table your 
claims at once or have them usurped by some 
one else. It seems that the claims are coming 
in thick and fast, so that everything promises 
to be carried out in due form and order in 
the abbey next June. Peers and peeresses 
have already received instructions as to what 
they may and may not wear on the occasion. 
The details for the mere men are simple and 
brief. They are to wear full court dress or 
uniform and over all to sport their robes of 
crimson velvet, "the cape furred with miniver 
pure, and powdered with bars or rows of 
ermine, according to their degree." The 
quicksighted will be able to distinguish a 
baron from a viscount, or an earl from a 
marquis or a duke with as much certainty as 
though deeply read in Debrett. For barons 
are allowed only two rows of ermine, vis- 
counts two rows and a half, earls three rows, 
marquises three and a half, and dukes four. 
If that sign should fail, count the balls on 
the coronets: six for a baron, sixteen for a 
viscount, and so on. The duke, of course. 

must have his strawberry leaves, eight in all. 
Before the instructions for peeresses, the male 
mind reels in bewilderment, but it may be 
noted that the ladies are informed that 
"jewels may be worn." And also that kirtles 
used at the previous coronation may be uti- 
lized at the forthcoming ceremony. Which 
looks like providing provocation for such re- 
marks as, "How well you have preserved your 
1902 kirtle, dear!" 

A society "for the protection of Islam" re- 
cently published an appeal to the Turkish 
women, which, as a sort of reflector, shows 
what a great change is going on among the 
women in Constantinople. 

"If you wish to be true to the Islam," says 
the appeal, "you must not show your naked 
face to the believers and unbelievers while 
you walk through the streets, as you, to the 
shame and sorrow of all true believers, do 
now ; nor ought you to continue to show your 
naked arms up to the elbow as you do now ! 
It is generally observed that when you enter 
a shop you tarry there for a very long time 
enjoying yourselves among the many-colored 
textiles as if you were in a garden full of 

"What is still worse, you chat with the 
shopkeepers as if they were relations, accept 
from them many a HI jean (cup without 
handle) of coffee, rahatlokoum (Turkish de- 
light), shekerlchmes (bonbons), and even 
small glasses of different sorts of liquor ! We 
call on you to give up such detestable habits. 
and to return to the modesty and simplicity 
of the women of the true faith !" 

It appears from this that the Turkish 
women applied the new era of liberty to show 
the world outside their harems their pretty 
faces and arms and to break the monotony 
and the tediousness of their lives by frequent 
and lengthy visits to the fashionable shops. It 
seems also that the Stamboul emporiums offer 
their fair clients refreshments free of charge. 
At the same time it is evident that the religion 
loses its hold on women in Turkey, whereas 
in western Europe it has lost its hold on men 

The Famous 

The Lamp with Diffused Light 

should always be used where several 
people sit, because It does not strain the 
eyes of those sitting far from it. 

The Rayo Lamp is constructed to give 
the maximum diffused white light. Every 
detail that increases its light-giving value 
has been included. 

The Rayo is a low-priced lamp. You may 
pay $5, $10 or even $20 for other lamps and get 
a more expensive container — but you cannot get 
a better light than the Rayo gives. 

This season's Rayo has a new and strength- 
ened burner. A strong, durable shade-holder 
keeps the shade on firm and true. Easy to keep 
polished, as it is made of solid brass, finished 
in nickel. 

Once a Rayo User, Always One. 

. Dealers Everywhere. If not at yours, write for descriptive 
circular to the nearest agency of the 

Standard Oil Company 






El Dorado Brand 


Ask your dealer 




Wholesale Distributors 




Ianlarv 7, 1911. 




Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise. 

The descriptive reporter of a certain daily 
paper in describing the turning of a dog out 
of court by order of the bench recently de- 
tailed the occurrence as follows : "The 
ejected canine as he was ignominiously 
dragged from the room cast a glance at the 
judge for the purpose of being able to identify 
him at some future time." 

He was a very quiet boy, of a studious 
turn of mind, and that was probably why his 
fond parents apprenticed him to a naturalist. 
In his new sphere he was willing enough, but 
painfully slow. After giving the canary seed, 
a job that occupied two hours, he said : 
"What will I do now?" "Well," replied his 
master, reflectively, "I think you may take 
the tortoise out for a run." 

When Fenelon was almoner to Louis XIV, 
his majesty was astonished to find one Sun- 
day, instead of the usual crowded congrega- 
tion, only himself and the priest. "What is 
the meaning of this ?" said the king. "I 
caused it to be given out," replied the prelate, 
"that your majesty did not attend chapel to- 
day, that you might see who it was that came 
here to worship God, and who to flatter the 

The new maid seemed eminently satisfac- 
tory, but the mistress of the house thought a 
few words of advice would be just as well. 
"And remember," she concluded, "that I ex- 
pect you to be very reticent about what you 
hear when you are waiting at table." "Cer- 
tainly, madam, certainly," replied the treas- 
ure. But then her face lit up with an inno- 
cent curiosity. "May I ask, madam, if there 
will be much to be reticent about?" 

The proposed appointment of a coal officer 
for the London county council recalls the ex- 
perience of a canvasser who was doing his 
best to win over a lady to the interest of the 
progressive candidate. Among other good 
works of the council in the cause of the people 
he mentioned the protection it gave to pur- 
chasers of coal by appointing inspectors to 
see that just weight was given by the street 
venders. "And well I know it," screamed the 
lady, "they have ruined my poor father !" 
who had been a coal merchant. 

Two women came before a certain magis- 
trate with a fat pullet, each declaring that 
it belonged to herself. The magistrate from 
his high seat frowned heavily at the first 
woman. "Does this pullet belong to Mrs. 
Jones?" he asked her. "No, indeed, it don't, 
sir," she replied. Then he turned to the other 
woman. "Does this pullet belong to Mrs. 
Smith ?" "It certainly does not," she re- 
plied. "The pullet," the magistrate then de- 
creed, "does not belong to Mrs. Jones nor 
does it belong to Mrs. Smith. The pullet is 
mine. Take it round to the house and give 
it to my cook." 

A distinguished Irish prelate was by nature 
a very keen sportsman, and though he never 
allowed his tastes in this direction to inter- 
fere with his many duties, there was nothing 
he enjoyed more than a day's shooting. On 
one of these occasions he was met by an old 
lady, who strongly disapproved of any mem- 
ber of the clerical profession, and especially 
one of the heads of the church, indulging in 
such pursuits. "I have never read in the 
Bible that any of the apostles went out shoot- 
ing, my lord." she observed, severely. "Well, 
you see," returned his lordship, cheerfully, 
"all their spare time they spent out fishing." 

Harvey W. Wiley, the government's bril- 
liant food expert, was talking about a no- 
torious case of food adulteration. "The 
morals of these people," he said. "It is in- 
credible. But I know a little boy who will 
grow up and join them some day. I was 
walking one morning in a meadow when I 
saw this little boy gathering mushrooms. 
'Have you had good luck?' I asked. 'Fair,' he 
answered, showing me his basket. But I gave 
a cry of alarm. 'Why, my lad,' I said, 'those 
are toadstools you've got. They're poison, 
deadly poison.' He tipped me a reassuring 
wink. 'Oh, they aint for eatin', sir,' he said; 
'they're for sale.' " 

Over the dessert a magazine editor re- 
proached the author for the dreadful way he 
roasts the morals and manners of our mil- 
lionaires in "The Jolly Corner." The author 
said they deserved roasting — and to prove it 
he told a story. He said a New York multi- 
millionaire got converted one night at a re- 
vival meeting, and, standing up in his place, 
the rich convert declared that his conversion 
was retroactive, and he proposed to make 
restitution to any one he had. ever wronged. 
Well, about two o'clock that morning the mil- 
lionaire was awakened by a long ring at the 
bell. He put his head out of the window. 
"Who's that ?" he said. "I am Thomas J. 
Griggs," was the reply. "I heard about your 
conversion and I'd like you to pay me back 

(200,000 you cheated me out of in the U. B. 
D. receivership." "All right. I'll pay you," 
said the millionaire. "But why the deuce." 
he added angrily, "do you want to ring me 
up at this hour?" "Well, you see," was the 
reply, "I thought I'd come early and avoid 
the rush." 

One morning last summer President Taft. 
wearing the largest bathing suit known to mod- 
ern times, threw his substantial and ponderous 
form into the cooling waves of Beverly Bay. 
That afternoon a newspaper correspondent 
sent the following to his paper : "There was 
mighty little swimming along the north shore 
today. The President was using the ocean." 

The preacher had been eloquent in his re- 
marks concerning the young girl over whose 
remains the funeral services were being held. 
Tears were in the eyes of all present. Even 
the speaker's voice trembled with the force 
of his emotion. He concluded his sermon 
with this outburst: "Can any one doubt that 
this fair, fragile flower has been transplanted 
to the hothouse of the Lord?" 

The hour was one a. m. Inside the dimly 
lighted hallway stood Mrs. Dorkins with a 
grim smile on her face. The front door was 
bolted. "John," she said, in cutting accents, 
"you have been dissipating at the club again!" 
"Maria," spoke a voice outside, rapidly, 
clearly, and distinctly, "he blew lugubriously 
on the blooming bugle !" Instantly she un- 
fastened and opened the door. Mr. Dorkins 
had not been dissipating. 

A Detroit millionaire gave his little daugh- 
ter, on Christmas, a superb doll's house — a 
doll's house lighted with electricity, that had 
baths and a garage and even, in one corner 
of its garage, a tiny doll monoplane. "Well, my 
dear, do you like your new doll's house?" 
the little girl's father asked her one day 
during Christmas week. "Oh, yes, papa ; tre- 
mendously," she replied. "But I've let it fur- 
nished to Cousin Angela for $10 a month." 

A fashionably dressed young woman en- 
tered the postoffice in a large Western city, 
hesitated a moment, and stepped up to the 
stamp window. The stamp clerk looked up 
expectantly, and she asked : "Do you sell 
stamps here?" The clerk politely answered, 
"Yes." "I would like to see some, please," 
was the unusual request. The clerk dazedly 
handed out a large sheet of the two-cent va- 
riety, which the young woman carefully ex- 
amined. Pointing to one near the centre, she 
said, "I will take this one, please." 

This is an extract from the diary of the 
little heroine in Kate Trible Sharber's story, 
"The Annals of Ann," which proves the sharp- 
ness of youthful observation : "No matter 
how fine a doctor a lady's husband is she is 
never permitted to mention it to her friends, 
for this is called 'unethical.' But if she's ex- 
pecting company of an afternoon she can 
happen to have a bottle with a queer thing 
inside setting on the mantelpiece, and when 
the company asks what on earth the thing is 
she can say, 'For goodness' sake ! My hus- 
band must have forgotten that. Why that's 
Senator Himuck's appendix !' " 

In Kentucky is a quaint character named 
Ezekiel Hopkins, who once gained local fame 
by discovering a piece of broken railway line 
and warning an excursion train in time to 
save disaster. So it was decided to present 
Ezekiel with a gold watch. The head of the 
presentation committee, approaching Ezekiel 
with a grave bow, said : "Mr. Hopkins, it is 
the desire of the good people of Kentucky 
that you shall, in recognition of your valor 
and merit, be presented with this watch, 
which they trust will ever remind you of their 
undying friendship." Without the least emo- 
tion, Ezeldel ejected from his mouth a long 
stream of tobacco juice, took the watch from 
its handsome case, turned it over and over 
in his wrinkled hand, and finally asked. 
"War's the chain?" 

A pretty schoolma'am once taught school 
in a Long Island village. All the young fel- 
lows for miles around were mad about her, 
but the schoolma'am was proud, and none of 
the boys seemed to stand the ghost of a 
chance. Young Jim Brown, the judge's son, 
was the best-looking chap in town, and prob- 
ably loved the schoolma'am more than any 
of her other swains, but he never had the 
pluck to declare himself. One day the school- 
ma'am being away on a visit in New York 
State, Jim asked advice of the editor. The 
editor said : "Take the bull by the horns and 
insert an announcement of your forthcoming 
marriage in my society column. It will cost 
you only 50 cents." So Jim inserted an an- 
nouncement to the effect that the schoolma'am 
and he would be married the next month and 
would spend their honeymoon at Atlantic 
City. A short time after this announcement 
appeared the schoolma'am came back home. 
Jim heard on all sides how furious she was. 
For several days he kept away from her. 
Then, one afternoon, as she was coming home 

from school, he ran plump into her in the 
lane. She let him know at once what she- 
thought of him and his outrageous conduct. 
She stormed and raged and her pretty eyes 
flashed fire. Jim stood first on one foot and 
then on the other, and finally he blurted out: 
"Well, if you don't like it I can have the an- 
nouncement contradicted." "Oh. bother it." 
said the schoolma'am, "it's too late now." 

One of the cleverest bits of electioneering 
dodgery was devised by an agent who had 
been forbidden to corrupt the electors. He 
called a meeting and attended with his pockets 
full of gold. "I have to inform you, gentle- 
men," he began, "that there is to be no bribery 
on our side during this election. (Hear, 
hear.) For my part I do not intend to give 
away a penny piece, f Uneasy silence.). But 

I am afraid there are some d d rascals 

in this room, and that presently they will lay 
me on the table and take 500 sovereigns out 
of my pockets." The next few minutes he 
spent upon the table. 

Governor Martin F. Ansel, of South Caro- 
lina, and Governor W. W. Kitchen, of North 
Carolina, recently met at Louisville, Kentucky, 
and issued the following joint statement: "It 
has been the legend that the governor of 
North Carolina said to the governor of South 
Carolina: 'It is a long time between drinks.' 
No such statement was ever made. The facts 
as told by an eyewitness of that famous meet- 
ing brand the whole story as a fabrication. 
This is what really happened : The governor 
of North Carolina said to the governor of 
South Carolina: 'Remember the fate of Mont- 
gomery ?' 'Well, who in h was Mont- 
gomery ?' asked the governor of South Caro- 
lina. 'He was the man who died between 
drinks,' replied the governor of North Caro- 


At Table d'Hote. 
If you can't pronounce the name 

Of the entree or the joint. 
As your French is rather lame. 

Point! — La Touche Hancock. 

It's Christmas, then it's New Year Day 

So toss away the flagon; 
One week it's good old Santy's sleigh. 
And the next the water-wagon. 

— New Orleans Picayune 

He Guessed. 
Their love is now a turned-down page, 

'Tis finished — close the lid ; 
She bantered him to guess her age, 
And he did, the chump! He did! 

— Boston Traveler. 

A Sequestrated Rosary. 
The hours I spent with you, dear heart, 

Were like a string of pearls to me 

That's corralled by the Custom House 

And made to pay the duty — see? 

— Toiun Topics. 

Killed by Kindness. 
Once I had a little dog, little dog had fleas, 

In addition to the fleas, he had a cheerful mind 
Fido wasn't hard to keep, wasn't hard to please- 
Always wagged his tail, although a can might 
hang behind. 
Fifty cents would represent much more than he 

was worth — 
Barring fleas, though, Fido didn't have a care 
on earth. , 

In a burst of tenderness, once upon a time, 

Recklessly I bought some powder for the insect 
Sprinkled it upon him — -well, it only cost a dime; 
Here, beneath this withered grass, faithful Fido 
rests 1 
Happy little Fido — how could anybody guess. 
When the fleas deserted him he'd die of loneliness? 
— Boston Traveler. 

Lyrics of a Lonesome Lad. 
Girls in the Subway and girls on the street, 
(■iris that are stunners and girls that are sweet. 
Girls that are stately or small and petite — 
Millions of girls — that I never will meet. 

Clerks and stenographers, — pleasant to view, — 
Milliners, heiresses, actresses too, 
Nurses and manicures — ah, what a crew! — 
Millions of girls, — yet I'm girlless and blue! 

Somehow it seems to me cruel and wrong, 
Seeing so many of them in a throng, 
Making me feel "Well, I'd like to belong," 
Knowing I can't, though the yearning is strong. 

Gee! but it makes me so lorn and alone 
Thinking of all those girlies unknown, 
Nary a one can I call on or 'phone — 
Millions of girls — and I've none of my own! 

Peaches who pass me by thousands each day, 
Pippins who give me the visage glace, 
Queens I could love if 1 just had my way, 
Millions of girls — but the Fates chuckle "Nay!" 
— Bcrton Bralcy. in Puck. 

For 1911. 

Mello Cream Chocolates. Peculiarly de- 
licious. Large Chocolates with soft, creamy 
centres in four flavors. Sold only in Yz, 1 
and 2 pound Chocolate Colored Boxes. 60c a 
pound. Geo. Haas & Sons' four candy stores : 
Phelan Building, Fillmore at Ellis, Van Ness 
at Sutter, and 28 Market Street, near Ferry. 


of San Francisco 


Capital, Surplus and Undivided Profits. . .$1 1 .053.686.21 

Cash and Siehl Exchange 11 ,21 8.874.78 

Depodu 24.743,347. 1 6 

Isaias W. Hellman President 

I. W. Hellman Je. .. .Vice-President 

F. L. Lip u a n Vice-President 

James K. Wilson Vice-President 

Frank B. King Cashier 

W. McGavi n Asst. ' Cashier 

E. L. Jacobs Asst. Cashier 

V. H. Rosetti Asst. Cashier 

C. L. Davis Asst. Cashier 









Castemers of this Bank are offered tnrj haStj consistent with 
pnidenl banking. New accoants are brtled. 


savings (THE GERMAN BANK) commercial 

(Member of (be Associated Saringj Banks of San Francisco) 

526 California St., San Francisco, Cal. 

Guaranteed Capital $ 1,200,000.00 

Capital actually paid up in cash.. 1.000,000.00 
Reserve and Contingent Funds.. 1,580,518.99 

Employees* Pension Fund 109,031.35 

Deposits- December 31, 1910 42,039,580.06 

Total Assets 44,775,559.56 

Officers — President, N. Ohlandt; 1st Vice- 
President, Daniel Meyer; 2d Vice-President 
and Manager, George Tourny; 3d Vice- Presi- 
dent, J. W. Van Bergen; Cashier, A. II. K. 
Schmidt; Assistant Cashier, William Herr- 
mann; Secretary, A. H. Muller; Assistant Sec- 
retaries, G. J. O. Folte and Wm. D. Newhouse; 
Goodfellow. Eells & Orrick. General Attorneys. 

Board of Directors — N. Ohlandt, Daniel 
Meyer, George Tourny, J. W. Van Bergen, 
Ign. Steinhart, I. N. Walter, F. Tillmann, Jr., 
E. T. Kruse, and W. S. Goodfellow. 

Mission Branch, 2572 Mission Street, be- 
tween 21st and 22d Streets. For receipt and 
payment of deposits only. C. W. Heyer, Mgr. 

Richmond District Branch, 432 Clement 
Street, between 5th and 6th Avenues. For re- 
ceipt and payment of Deposits only. W. C. 
Heyer, Manager. 

French American Bank of Savings 

savings 108 SUTTER ST. commercial 

(Member o Associated Savings Banks of San Francisco) 

Capital Authorized $1,000,000 

Paid In 750,000 

Reserve and Surplus 166,874 

Total Resources 5,281,686 

Officers — A. Legallet, President; Leon Boc- 
queraz, Vice-President; J. M. Dupas, Vice- 
President; A. Bousquet, Secretary; John Glnty, 
Cashier; M. Girard Assistant Cashier; P. 
Bellemans, Assistant Cashier; P. A. Bergerot, 


The Anglo and London Paris National Bank 

N. W. cor. Sutter and Sanaome Streets 

Capital $4,000,000 

Reserve and Undivided Profits... 1,700,000 

Sic Greenebaum, President; H. Fleisbhicker, Vice- 
President and Manager; Joseph Friedlander. Vice-Presi- 
dent; C. F. Hunt. Vice-President; R. Altschul. Casbier; 
A. Hochstein, Asst. Cashier; C. R. Parker, Asst. Casbier; 
Wm. H. High, Assi. Cashier; H. Choynski, Asst. Cashier; 
G. R. Bnrdick. Asst. Casbier; A. L. Langerman, Secretary- 


We will submit offerings of spe- 
cially selected issues at attractive 
prices and will furnish infor- 
mation regarding any particular 
security upon your request. 

Established 1858 


412 Montgomery St. San Francisco 



Main office: MILLS BUILDING, Sao Francisco 


Palace Hotel. San Frarjcisco. Hotel Alexandria, Los Angeles, 
Hotel del Cororado, Coromdo Beach. 
Correspondents: Harris, Winthrop & Co.. 25 
Pine St.. New York; 3 The Rookery, Chicago. 

Telephone Kearny 2260 Cable address. ULCO 

Union Lumber Company 

Redwood and Pine Lumber 

R. R. Ties, Sawn Poles, Etc. 






United States Assets $2,377,303.37 

Surplus 839,268.07 

J. J. Kenny, W. L. W. Mules, 

Manager Assistant Manuffer 


January 7, 1911. 


Notes and Gossip. 

A chronicle of the social happenings dur- 
ing the past week in the cities on and around 
the Bay of San Francisco will be found in 
the following department; 

The current week has been a gay one socially, 
as the calendar has been well filled with large 
and brilliant affairs that have occupied the atten- 
tion of all the different sets in society. The New 
Year holiday was made the occasion of a num- 
ber of pretentious affairs as well as of the usual 
number of small informal gatherings that always 
mark this season. 

At the Presidio and at Fort Mason large official 
receptions, presided over respectively by Colonel 
and Mrs. John Lundeen and General and Mrs. 
Tasker Bliss, were attended by the service set from 
all the posts about the bay. 

The Barron ball, at which Miss Evelyn Barron 
was introduced to society, the Crocker dance at 
the Palace Hotel on New Year's Eve, and the 
fancy dress ball given by Mrs. George Boardman 
for her granddaughter, Miss Dora Winn, furnished 
pleasure for the younger dancing set, and the 
Christmas dance of the Neighborhood Club was 
designed for the entertainment of those of ma- 
turer years. 

Three notable engagements also have served to 
interest society— those of Miss Margaret Calhoun 
and Mr- Paul Foster, Miss Marian Lally and Mr. 
Louis Durkee, and Miss Katherine Pennell and 
Mr. Arthur Renton. 

The engagement has been announced of Miss 
Margaret Calhoun, the younger daughter of Mr. 
and Mrs. Patrick Calhoun, to Mr. Paul Foster, 
youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Foster of 
San Rafael. 

Mr. and Mrs. Harry Thornton Lally have an- 
nounced the engagement of their daughter, Miss 
Marian Lally, to Mr. Louis Durkee, of London. 
No definite date has as yet been, named for the 
wedding, but it will probably take place after 

The engagement has been announced of Miss 
Katherine Pennell and Mr. Arthur Renton. The 
bride-elect is the second daughter of Mr. and 
Mrs. Charles C. Pennell of Berkeley. No date 
has been set for the wedding. 

Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Wilson announced the en- 
gagement this week of their daughter, Miss Maud 
Wilson, and Mr. Effingham Sutton of Berkeley. 
The announcement was made at the tea given in 
Miss Wilson's honor by Miss Louise McCormick 
on Saturday. 

The wedding of Mrs. Jane Masten Ewell and 
Captain Thomas J. Powers, U. S. A., took place 
quietly on Monday. They will spend their honey- 
moon in New York and sail later for Manila. 

Mrs. Edward Barron introduced her daughter 
Evelyn formally to society at a handsome ball on 
Friday evening at the Fairmont Hotel, at which 
she entertained several hundred guests. She was 
assisted in receiving by Mrs. Ward Barron, Miss 
Marguerite Barron, and Miss Evelyn Barron. 

Mr. and Mrs. William PI. Crocker entertained 
at a dance at the Palace Hotel on Saturday even- 
ing for their son, Mr. William H. Crocker, Jr., 
who is spending his holidays with his parents in 
San Francisco. 

Mr. and Mrs. Adolph Gartenlaub entertained 
at a dinner at their home on Wednesday evening 
in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Schlaacks, who 
have come here recently from Denver to make 
their home. Among their guests were Mr. and 
Mrs. Howard Holmes, Mr. and Mrs. C. T. Shot- 
well, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Deering, and Mr. and 
Mrs. Charles Plum. 

Miss Florence Cluff entertained at a bridge party 
at the Fairmont Hotel on Tuesday in honor of 
Miss Mildred Baldwin. 

The hop at the Presidio on Friday evening was 
given in the Officers' Club, which was gayly deco- 
rated with holly and mistletoe for the occasion. 
Those in the receiving party were Colonel and 
Mrs. John Lundeen, Colonel and Mrs. Charles 
Chubb, Major and Mrs. Gaston, and Major and 
Mrs. Edward Millar. 

Miss Louise McCormick gave a tea on Saturday 
afternoon in honor of Miss Maud Wilson. Those 
who assisted the hostess in receiving were Mrs. 
Ralston White, Mrs. Alan MacDonald, Miss Au- 
gusta Foute, Miss Constance McLaren, Miss Dora 
Winn, Miss Maud Wilson, Miss Agnes Tillmann, 
Miss Anita Maillard, Miss Marian Miller, Miss 
Bessie Ashton, Miss Janet Coleman, Miss Joy 
Wilson, and Miss Dorothy Woodwortb. 

Miss Gertrude Thomas was the guest of honor 
at a theatre party on Wednesday evening, given 
by Mr. E. M. Greenway. The party included Mr. 
and Mrs. Latham McMullin, Mr. and Mrs. Fred- 
erick McNear, Miss Thomas, Miss Marian Miller, 
Mr. Bernard Ford, and Mr. George Willcutt 

Miss Constance McLaren was the complimented 
guest at a dinner and theatre party given on 
Wednesday evening by Mr. Harvey Wright and 
Mr. Edgerton Wright. Mrs. Norman McLaren 
chaperoned the party, which included Miss Eve- 
lyn Barron, Miss Yysobel Chase, Miss Fredericka 
Otis, Miss Grace Town, Mr. Cordova de Garmen- 
dia, Mr. Gould Witter, Mr. Maurice Dore, and 
Mr. Loyall McLaren. 

Miss Dora Winn was a dinner hostess preced- 
ing the Barron ball on Friday evening. She en- 
tertained at the home of her grandmother, Mrs. 
George Boardman, on California Street. Her 
guests included Miss Constance McLaren, Miss 
Ethel McAllister, Miss Helen Bertheau, Miss 
Louise McCormick, Mr. Harry Brett, Mr. Samuel 
Hamilton, Lieutenant McChord, Paymaster Skip- 
worth, and Lieutenant Pegram. 

Miss Helene Irwin was the complimented guest 
at Miss Florence Hopkins's dinner on Friday night. 
The guests included those who will compose the 
bridal party at the Crocker-Irwin wedding next 
month. They were Miss Jennie Crocker, Miss 
Mary Keeney, Miss Elizabeth Newhall, Miss Julia 
Langhorne, Miss Martha Calhoun, Miss Marion 
Newhall, Mr. Templeton Crocker, Mr. Duane Hop- 
kins, Mr. Arthur Chesebrough, and Mr. Stewart 

Miss Merritt Reid's dinner on Friday evening 

was complimentary to Miss Marie Louise Elkins, 

and took p'"ce at the home of the hostess. The 

guests were Miss Marie Louise Elkins, Miss Mar- 

alhc i, Miss Cora Otis, Miss Fredericka 

Otis, Miss Lee Girvin. Miss Janet von Sehrocder, 
Miss Helen Jones, Miss Jane Selby, Mr. Herbert 
Payne, Mr. Harry Evans, Mr. Felton Elkins, Mr. 
Judson Nickel, Mr. Kenneth Moore, Mr. Piatt 
Kent, Mr. Paul Jones, Mr. Charles Pringle, Mr. 
Eyre Pinckard, and Baron Henry von Schroeder. 

Mr. and Mrs. Vanderlyn Stowe entertained at 
a dancing party on Monday evening at their home 
on Broadway, in honor of their son, Mr. Ashley 
Stowe, who is home for his Christinas holidays. 

Miss Jennie Stone entertained at tea on Satur- 
day in honor of her niece, Miss Harriet Stone. 
Among those present were Miss Ernestine McNear, 
Miss Amy Bowles, Miss Helen Jones, Miss Ger- 
trude Thomas, Miss Florence Cluff, Miss Dunn, 
Miss Dora Winn, Miss Helen Bertheau, Miss Dor- 
othy Van Sicklen, Mr. Arthur Fennimore, Mr. 
Herbert Schmidt, Mr. Hillyer Deuprey, Mr. John 
Gallois, Mr. Lovell Langstroth, Mr. Melville Bow- 
man, Mr. John McMullen, Mr. Jack Geary, and 
Mr. George Willcutt. 

Miss Jeanette Hooper was hostess at a luncheon 
followed by bridge and an informal tea on Fri- 
day in honor of Miss Lucy Stebbins. Among those 
at the luncheon were Mrs. Selby Hanna, Mrs. 
Joseph Thomas, Mrs. Oscar Beatty, Mrs. William 
Olney, Miss Annette Edwards, Miss Dorothy 
Greaves, and Miss Lucy Stebbins. 

Mrs. Walter Greer was the hostess at a tea 
at the home of her mother, Mrs. John Scott Wil- 
son, on Wednesday. 

The Christmas dance of the Neighborhood Club 
took place at the Arts and Crafts Building on 
Presidio Avenue. Mrs. R. H. Postlethwaite was 
assisted in receiving the guests by Mrs. A. D. 
Bullard and Mrs. J. K. Wilson. 

Judge and Mrs. Charles Weller entertained at 
their home on Pacific Avenue on Wednesday in 
honor of Mrs. William Ashe and her fiance, Mr. 
Walter H. Seymour. 

Mrs. Kenneth MacDonald and Mrs. Winfield 
Scott Davis entertained at a bridge party at the 
Century Club on Saturday. 

Mrs. William Tevis entertained a party of guests 
at dinner at the Fairmont Hotel and with them 
attended the Cinderella ball on Friday, January 6. 

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Donohoe were dinner 
hosts at the Fairmont Hotel preceding the Cinde- 
rella ball on Friday, January 6. 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles M. Smith presided at a 
dinner at the Bohemian Club on Friday in honor 
of Baron and Baroness von Turcke, who are here 
from Germany visiting Mr. and Mrs. Henry St. 
Goar. The guests were Mr. and Mrs. Frank Deer- 
ing, Mr. and Mrs. William R. Wheeler, Mr. and 
Mrs. Charles Okell, Dr. Millicent Cosgrave, Miss 
Erna St. Goar, Mr. Charles Kloerber,. and Dr. 
Arnold Genthe. 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles St. John Chubb enter- 
tained at a reception at their quarters at the Pre- 
sidio on New Year's Eve, at which several hun- 
dred guests were present. 

Mr. James D. Phelan was host at a dinner at 
the Hotel St. Francis in honor of Mrs. Hermann 
Oelricbs, prior to her departure for New York 
on Thursday. His other guests were Mr. and Mrs. 
Rudolph Spreckels, Mr. Joseph S. Tobin, and Mr. 
Thomas Magee. 

Mrs. Edward McCutcheon entertained at an in- 
formal reception on New Year's Day, at which 
she was assisted in receiving by Mrs. Edward 
Schmieden and Miss Sara Collier. 

Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Sharon entertained on 
New Year's Day at their suite at the Palace 
Hotel. Among their guests were Mr. and Mrs. 
George Kellam, Mr. and Mrs. Horace Blanchard 
Chase, Mr. and Mrs. Dixwell Hewitt, Mr. and 
Mrs. Peter Martin, Mrs. Edith Coleman, Mrs. 
Louis Parrott, Mrs. Sterling Postley, Miss Marian 
Newhall, Miss Augusta Foute, Miss Lena Bland- 
ing, Miss Dorothy Chapman, Mr. Walter Hobart, 
Lieutenant Maclntyre, Mr. Cordova de Garmendia, 
Mr. William Berry, Mr. Lansing Mizner, and Mr. 
Harry Cuthbertson. 

Mrs. Russell Selfridge entertained one hundred 
guests at a tea which she gave on Wednesday in 
honor of Mrs. Charles Schoonmaker, who has just 
returned from abroad. 

Miss Grace Gibson was hostess at a luncheon 
at her home on Wednesday. 

Mr. Frederick Greenwood and Dr. Rupert Blue 
entertained at a dinner at the Bohemian Club on 
Thursday night in honor of Miss Frances Stewart 
and her fiance, Mr. Clifford Cook. 

Herman Brandt, formerly of San Fran- 
cisco, one of the best-known violinists in the 
country and a composer, died last week at his 
home in New York of pneumonia. He was 
known in musical circles to the Coast and had 
been a member of the most prominent or- 
chestras in the United States. For a number 
of years he was first violinist in Thomas's 
Orchestra in Chicago and conducted in San 
Francisco the Brandt String Quartet, regarded 
by musical critics as one of the best string 
orchestras ever formed in this country. Fif- 
teen years ago he went to New York from the 
Coast, and since then has played first violin 
in the Philharmonic Orchestra. 

The Belgian Benevolent Society of San 
Francisco, an institution of great usefulness, 
has just paid its first president, Mr. Wilfrid 
B. Chapman, honorary consul for Belgium, 
now retired from active service in the society, 
a unique compliment. By unanimous vote it 
has elected him its "honorary president for 
life as a token of high consideration and es- 
teem," and in recognition of "good work done 
to our countrymen in need" and for "charity 
without ostentation." 

The Comedie Franchise is running short of 
dramatic material. Only forty plays have 
been submitted this year, the usual number 
being one hundred or more. Out of the num- 
ber only four have any merit, and it is doubt- 
ful if they will be accepted. 

The Kocian Concerts. 

Jarislav Kocian, the Bohemian violin vir- 
tuoso, and one of the most important masters 
of that difficult instrument before the public, 
is announced by Manager Greenbaum for 
three concerts at Christian Science Hall, as- 
sisted by Maurice Eisner, a young American 
pianist, who will act as accompanist as well 
as soloist. 

Kocian is one of those players who reach 
both the head and heart, and as it is quite a 
while since we have heard a great violinist 
the Kocian concerts will be more than wel- 
come. ■ . 

The opening concert will be given Sunday 
afternoon, January 15, when the new con- 
certo by D'Ambrosio, one of the younger 
Italian masters, will be given for the first 
time in this city. Other interesting works 
will be two Bach numbers, "Zephyr" by Hu- 
bay, "Adagio" by Ries, "Humoresque" by 
Kocian, and Paganini's tremendously difficult 
"I Palpiti." Mr. Eisner's numbers will be 
"Sarabande" and "Rigaudon" by Rameau, ar- 
ranged by Godowsky ; "Nocturne," Op. 15, No. 
2, Chopin, and an Etude by MacDowell. 

The second concert will be given Thursday 
evening, January 19, with an entirely different 
programme, and the farewell programme is 
announced for Sunday afternoon, January 22. 

The sale of seats will open next Wednes- 
day, January 12, at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s, 
where complete programmes may. be obtained. 
Mail orders should be addressed to Will L. 

Kocian will play in Oakland at Ye Liberty 
Playhouse on Friday afternoon, January 20, 
at 3 :30. 


The Gerville-Reache Concerts. 

Mme. Gerville-Reache, one of the greatest 
artists now before the public and the pos- 
sessor of what is probably the most beauti- 
ful contralto voice in the world, will give her 
second concert at Christian Science Hall this 
Sunday afternoon, January 8, at 2:30, when 
she will offer a programme of rare interest 
and novelty. 

The operatic numbers will include the "Air 
de Lia" from Debussy's "L'Enfant Prodigue," 
and the "Air du Tigre" from Masse's "Paul 
and Virginia," both new to our music lovers, 
besides "Stride la Vampa" from Verdi's "II 
Trovatore," and "Les Stances" from Gounod's 

The songs will include Schumann's "In der 
Fremde," Schubert's "Erl King," "Addio" by 
Parelli, "Plaisir d'Amour" by Martini, "Pen- 
see d'Automne" by Massenet, "Desolation" by 
Mas Guss, "At Twilight" by De Koven, and 
"Love Is a Bubble" by Allitsen. 

The final concert is scheduled for Tuesday 
night, January 10, when another splendid 
offering is promised. 

Seats are on sale at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s, 
where complete programmes may be obtained. 

On Sunday the box-office will be open after 
ten a. m. at Christian Science Hall, and 
'phone orders will receive courteous atten- 

Gerville-Reache will repeat her great open- 
ing night programme for the music lovers 
of Oakland at Ye Liberty Playhouse next 
Wednesday afternoon, January 11, at 3 :30. 
For this event seats will be ready Monday at 
Ye Liberty box-office. 


Pepito Arriola. 

Four years ago the critics of Paris, Berlin, 
St. Petersburg, and London were astounded 
at the marvelous performances of Pepito Ar- 
riola, a nine-year-old Spanish lad, who ap- 
peared with the great symphony orchestras, 
playing the standard concertos and also giv- 
ing recital programmes such as artists like 
Paderewski, Hoffman, or Rosenthal might 
offer. Since then the lad has appeared in 
nearly every country of Europe, and every- 
where has won the hearts of both the critics 
and the public not only by his masterly and 
original interpretations, but by his charm of 
manner and personality as well. He has been 
called the "reincarnation of Mozart," the 
"wonder of wonders," and similar titles, but 
putting all these aside the fact remains that 
this lad, now twelve years of age, is a master 
of the piano and a true musical genius. 

Manager Greenbaum announces three re- 
citals by this lad at Christian Science Hall, 
the dates being Tuesday and Thursday nights, 
January 24 and 26, and Sunday afternoon, 
January 29. 

In Oakland Arriola will play at Ye Liberty 
Playnouse on Friday afternoon, January 27. 

It is most likely that this marvelous lad 
will be the real musical sensation of the 

A glass or two of choice Italian-Swiss Col- 
ony TIPO Ued or white) will be enjoyed with 
your meals these brisk January days. 

For the last week of their engagement at 
the Broadway Theatre in New York, and the 
closing week of the year, E. H. Sothern and 
Julia Marlowe produced seven Shakespeare 
plays — "The Taming of the Shrew," "Mac- 
beth," "Hamlet," "Romeo and Juliet," "As 
You Like It," "The Merchant of Venice," and 
"Twelfth Night.'"' During the month that the 
■two stars have been playing Shakespeare at 
the Broadway Theatre the audiences have 
filled the house at every performance, and the 
engagement has been a remarkabl}' profitable 
one from the box-office point of view. Shake- 
speare does not yet "spell ruin." 

The Hamlin School 

2230 Pacific Ave., San Francisco 

A Boarding and Day School 
for Girls 

Accredited by the University of California, 
by Leland Stanford Junior University, and by 
Eastern colleges. Special courses in study are 
also offered. 

Lessons in Drawing and Painting, in Vocal 
and Instrumental Music. 

A course of lessons on Harmony is given 
each week by Prof. Win. J. McCoy of the Uni- 
versity of California, and is open to students 
outside the school. 

Courses of lessons in Household Economics, 
with all the appliances for cooking, etc., are 
given each week by Miss Alice McLear, a grad- 
uate of the Drexel Institute, Philadelphia, and 
are open to students outside the school. 

Classes in Camp-cooking are open to boys 
over fourteen years of age on Saturday fore- 
noons or after three o'clock in the afternoons. 

For further particulars, address 


2230 Pacific Avenue. 

School reopens January 9, 1911. 

A Nation's Crime 



Author of "The Irresistible Current" 

A new novel dealing with the 
Greatest Question of the Day, 


PRICE $1.50 
For Sale at all Bookstores 

Under the same Management 


Entirely rebuilt since the fire. 

Fairmont Hotel 

The finest residence hotel in the world. 

Overlooking the San Francisco 

Bay and Golden Gate. 

The two great hotels that have 
made San Francisco famous 
among travelers the world over. 

Palace Hotel Company 

Hotel del Coronado 


Most Delightful Climate on Earth 


$4.00 per day and upward 

Power boats from the hotel meet passengers 

from the north on the arrival of the Pacific 

Coast S. S. Co. steamers. 

Golf, Tennis, Polo, and other outdoor sport* 

even - day in the year. 
New 700-foot ocean pier, for fishing. Boating 
and Bathing are the very best. Send for 
booklet to 

MORGAN ROSS, Manager, 

Coronado Beach, Cal. 

Or see H. F. NORCROSS, Agent, 

334 So. Spring St., Los Angeles. 

Tel. A 6789; Main 3917. 


Sacramento, Cal. 

Elegant new fire-proof construction. Service 

as perfcet as expert management can produce. 



Sutter and Gough Sts. - - San Francisco, Cal. 

High order Hotel. Fine Air, Elevation. Location. Five 
minutes from San Francisco's lively centre. Well liked by 
ladies. American plan $3.00 and up, per day 
European plan $1 .50 and up, per day 

THOS. H. SHEDDEN, Manager 



The paper used in printing the Argonaut is 

furnisned by us. 


118 to 124 First Street, corner Minna, 

San Francisco. 

January 7, 1911. 



Movements and "Whereabouts. 

Annexed will be found a resume of move- 
ments to and from this city and Coast and 
the whereabouts of absent Californians : 

Dr. and Mrs. Paoli de Yccchi, who are now 
making their home in New York, celebrated their 
silver wedding last week at a dinner at the Wol- 
cott. Among their guests from San Francisco 
were Mr. and Mrs. Leon Sloss. 

Miss Enid Gregg will arrive this week from 
Honolulu, where she has spent the past month. 

Mrs. William Miller Graham left for the East 
a few days ago, but will return in about three 
weeks to her home at Santa Barbara. Later she 
will go abroad for the season in London. 

Mrs. Sterling Postley, accompanied by her 
mother, Mrs. Edith Cooke, and her brother, Mr. 
Clifford Cooke, arrived Monday from Paris, and 
will spend several months in San Francisco. 

Mrs. J. D. Peters and Miss Anna Peters have 
returned from Stockton, and will spend the re- 
mainder of the season at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph W. Se f to n, Jr., spent 
Christmas at Singapore en route to Europe, where 
they expect to spend the summer. 

Colonel and Mrs. W. R. Smedberg and Miss 
Cora Smedberg have returned from the Presidio 
at Monterey, where they spent the holidays with 
Major and Mrs. Mclvor. 

Mr. and Mrs. Peter McG. McBean have re- 
turned from New York and will spend the 
remainder of the winter at the Fairmont Hotel. 

Mrs. Marguerite Han lord spent the Christmas 
holidays in Quebec and will return to San Fran- 
cisco in the late spring. 

Miss Amy Bassett will accompany Mr. and Mrs. 
Marshall Wotkyns when they return to their home 
in Pasadena next week. 

Mr. and Mrs. Othello Scribner have returned 
from their honeymoon trip in the East and are 
settled in their new home on Washington Street. 

Mr. and Mrs. Louis Titus (formerly Miss Alice 
Rooney) spent the holidays in Switzerland. 

Mrs. Horace Pillsbury, who has been spending 
the holidays with her parents, General and Mrs. 
Taylor, of Boston, left there Monday for San 

Mrs. Etienne Guittard and Miss Beatrice Guit- 
tard left Saturday for Coronado, and will spend 
several weeks in the South. 

Mrs. Russell Lukens will entertain at a lunch- 
eon on January 12 in honor of Mrs. Louis Par- 
rott, who has recently returned from abroad. 

Miss Dorothy Boericke spent Christmas and New 
Year's in New York, and will go this week to 
Albany and thence to Baltimore. She will re- 
turn to San Francisco in the late spring. 

Mrs. Lane Leonard, who has recently returned 
from a trip to the East, spent the Christmas holi- 
day with Mrs. Phebe Hearst at Pleasanton. 

Miss Lucy Seller and Miss Edith Hecht sailed 
last week for Germany, where the wedding of Miss 
Seller and Mr. Joel Hecht will take place in 

Captain and Mrs. John Brice and Miss Elizabeth 
Brice will leave this month for their foreign trip, 
which will consume the greater part of the year. 

General and Mrs, Macomb will arrive from 
Washington in a few days for a brief visit with 
General and Mrs. Tasker Bliss before sailing for 

Miss Marguerite Doe, who has been the guest 
of Mrs. A. P. Hotaling and Miss Jane Hotaling 
at Santa Barbara, returned to her apartment at 
the Fairmont Hotel Tuesday. 

Mrs. Frederick Beaver, who spent the holidays 
in New York with her son and daughter, will 
return to San Francisco next week. 

Professor Charles M. Gayley, Professor Ru- 
dolph Scheville, and Professor Carl Plehn, of the 
University of California faculty, and R. E. Aller- 
dice, professor of mathematics, spent the New 
Year's holidays at Del Monte, putting in a great 
deal of their time on the links. President Benja- 
min Ide Wheeler was also among the distinguished 
guests of the week, and was accompanied by Mrs. 
Wheeler and their son, Mr. Benjamin Ide 
Wheeler, Jr. 

Mr. and Mrs. John D. Spreckels, who are 
cruising in their yacht,-spent Christmas at Havana. 

Mr. Joseph D. Redding is in New York, after 
a delightful visit in Paris. He will return shortly 
to San Francisco. 

Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Booth, and Miss Kadah 
Booth arrived at Del Monte in time for the New 
Year's Eve hop. 

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Scott Brooke (formerly 
Miss Christine Pomeroy) have returned to their 
home in Portland, after having spent Christmas 
at the Pomeroy home. 

Judge and Mrs. Marvin C. Sloss and their chil- 
dren arrived at Del Monte Thursday of last week. 
They will prolong their visit as long as possible 
after New Year's Day, and have as their ■ guest 
Miss Frankenstein, also of San Francisco. 

Mr. and Mrs. Percy Pettigrew (formerly Miss 
Laura Doe) have returned from their honeymoon 
trip and are established in their new home on 
Washington Street. 

Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Coryell of Fair Oaks, hav- 
ing as their guests Mr. and Mrs. Spencer of 
Menlo, and Miss Kempff of Mare Island, motored 
down to Del Monte last week and remained until 
after the New Year. 

Mr. and Mrs. William Johnson (formerly Miss 
Aileen Doe), who came from their home in Ore- 
gon to spend the holiday season with Mrs. John- 
son's parents, will leave the latter part of this 
month for the East, where they will spend two 

Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Tubbs are at Del Monte, 
where they will remain for some time. Mr. Tubbs 
is recovering from a severe illness. 

Mr. and Mrs. Eugene de Sabla and Miss Vera 
de Sabla came up from their home at El Cerrito 
for the Barron ball and remained at the Fairmont 
Hotel over the week end. 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Stetson Wheeler with 
theii daughters spent the New Year holidays at 
Del Monte. 

Mrs. George Page and Miss Leslie Page spent 
the week end at their San Rafael home. 

Lieutenant Arthur Poillan, of the Fourteenth 
Cavalry, U. S. A., aide-de-camp to Brigadier- 
General Bliss, with Mr. F. P. Scudder, Mr. and 

Mrs. J. E. Poillan and Miss Gladys Poillan of 
New York, arrived at Del Monte Saturday and 
spent the week end. 

Miss Eliza Mc Mullen, who has been the guest 
of Mr. and Mrs. John Hays Hammond in Wash- 
ington, D. C, for the past two months, has gone 
to New York to visit Mrs. Norris. With her 
grandmother, Mrs. John McMullen, she will re- 
turn to San Francisco in March. 

Mr. Charles Rollo Peters has returned from 
London, where he has spent the summer, and is 
now in New York. He is awaiting the arrival of 
Mrs. Peters from England on January 15 and will 
return with her to San Francisco. 

Mr. W. H. Henderson Scott of London, a rela- 
tive of Mr. Henry T. Scott, is visiting in San 
Francisco, and is at the Hotel St. Francis during 
his stay. 

Among San Francisco arrivals at Hotel del 
Coronado, Coronado Beach, last week were Dr. 
and Mrs, Clarence H. Clarke, Rev. and Mrs. Ed- 
ward A. Wicher, Mr. and Mrs. Bert Schlesinger, 
Mr. E. McCallen, Mrs. Charles A. Cooke, Miss 
Hazel Cooke, Miss Ethel Pippy, Mrs. Anna Christie 
Smith, and Mr. and Mrs. Gavin McNab. 

New Year's Eve at the St. Francis. 

Eighteen hundred people sat down to the 
New Year's table d'hote supper in the Hotel 
St. Francis and enjoyed the annual celebra- 
tion that has made that hostelry famous all 
over the world. Reservations had been closed 
for two months, some of them coming from 
such remote points as London, China, Paris, 
Munich, and St. Petersburg. Seated at the 
tables were visiting noblemen, foreign con- 
suls, army officers of high rank who are here 
to witness the military experiments during 
the aviation meet, dignitaries of the Chinese 
Six Companies in their gorgeous Oriental 
robes, and many beautiful women of San 
Francisco society. 

Outside in Union Square and near a great 
throng surged in the traditional merry battle 
of flowers and serpentines ; and crowds 
thronged in and out of the public rooms of 
the hotel to participate in the big festival 
entertainment that the St. Francis provides 
for the public every year. S 

Inside the hotel there was *an orchestra of 
thirty-two musicians, two small orchestras, 
and in the tapestry room, where the distin- 
guished Chinese guests were, was a genuine 
Chinese band. Later in the evening all the 
orchestras were changed around so as to 
appear in all the rooms, y 

Passing through the crowds and around 
through the tables continuously were twenty- 
nine entertainers — a troop of "coon" singers 
and buck and wing dancers, a, Katzenjammer 
band, a vagabond band, a tapioca band with 
variegated instruments and make-ups, and a 
hand-organ grinder^vith a live monkey ; the 
last feature being a novelty to San Fran- 
ciscans, as it is the only instrument of its 
kind in the city. Two pretty Chinese girls 
in costume passed around souvenirs of heavy 
solid silver pin-plates to every lady at the 

The scheduled entertainment was merely an 
incident in the fun of the night; for the 
guests, as usual here, created their own play 
by throwing confetti, flowers, and serpentine 
paper, until pillars, chandeliers, and the rev- 
elers themselves were completely draped with 
flowing streamers; and all sorts of jolly ban- 
ter hurled along in a scene of blazing color. 
The merrymaking lasted till daylight. 

Golden Gate Commandery, No. 16, Knights 
Templar, led by Eminent Commander H. C. 
Schaertzer and the other officers, visited the 
Hospital for Children on Sacramento Street 
New Year's Day and carried loads of gifts to 
the little ones at the institution. There were 
sixty Sir Knights in the ranks, and they were 
assisted in their mission by the lady man- 
agers of the hospital : President Mrs. L. 
L. Dunbar, Vice-President Mrs. John F. Mer- 
rill, Mrs. M. F. McGurn, Mrs. James Watt 
Kerr, Mrs. Rolla V. Watt, Mrs. Sophia E. 
Peart, Mrs. Wendell Easton, and Mrs. W. F. 

The first production of the seventieth play 
written by Henry Arthur Jones took place at 
the Nazimova Theatre, New York, January 2. 
Mr. Jones was asked why he called his play, 
"We Can't Be as Bad as All That." "I 
think," said he, "that it fits the piece. A 
good title never saved a bad play, and a bad 
title never killed a good play. If a play has 
a title that suggests humorous comparisons 
and is a good play, it makes little difference 
what people think about the title. If it is 
a bad play, the title doesn't make any dif- 
ference anyway, so there you are." 

Melville Delancy Landon ("Eli Perkins") , 
the humorist, is dead. Mr. Landon was 
seventy-one years old and had suffered for 
many years from locomotor ataxia. He was 
a veteran of the Civil War and at one time 
was head of the New York News Association. 
He served for some time as secretary to the 
United States legation at St. Petersburg and 
his first literary work was on the history of 
the Franco-Prussian War. 


An automobile owned by Mr. Herbert 
Stockton backed off a ferry-boat in one of 
the slips last week, but was recovered from 
its resting-place thirty feet under water by 
the aid of a diver. 


The Three Cherry Trees. 
There were three cherry trees once 
Grew in a garden all shady, 

And there for delight 

Of so gladsome a sight 
Walked a most beautiful lady - 
Dreamed a most beautiful lady. 

Birds in its branches did sing, 
Blackbird and throstle and linnet; 

But she walking there 

Was by far the most fair, 
Lovelier than all else within it, 
Blackbird and throstle and linnet. 

But blossoms to berries do come, 

All hanging on stalks light and slender; 

And one long summer's day 

Charmed that lady away. 
With vows sweet and merry and tender, 
A lover with voice low and tender. 

Moss and lichen those green branches deck, 

Weeds nod in its paths green and shady; 
Yet a light footstep seems 
Still to haunt there in dreams — 

The ghost of that beautiful lady, 

That happy and beautiful lady. 

— Walter de la Mare, in Saturday Review. 

Immutable as Fate and calm as Death ; 

Secure, upon his lotus-blazoned throne; 
To whom world cataclysms are the breath 

Which fans hoar Egypt's pyramids of stone. 

Inscrutable, serene; man's hopes and fears 
Encompass not his unobserving gaze ; 

Profundity of thought recks not the tears 
Commingled with senescent India's praise. 

To him the perfumed chanting of the East, 
Is as the sea's resurgence in a shell; 

Eternity, his temple; Silence, priest, 
And Life, the tinkle of a muffled bell! 
-Richard Butler Glaenzer, in Metropolitan Maga- 

Requiem of Archangels for the World. 
Hearts, beat no more! Earth's sleep has come! 

All iron stands her wrinkled Tree, 
The streams that sang are stricken dumb, 

The snowflake fades into the sea. 

Hearts, throb no more! your time is past! 

Thousands of years for this pent field 
Ye have done battle. Now at last 

The flags -may sink, the captains yield. 

Sleep, ye great Wars, just or unjust! 

Sleep takes the gate and none defends. 
Soft on your craters' fire and lust, 

Civilizations, Sleep descends ! 

Time it is, time to cease carouse! 

Let the nations and their noise grow dim! 
Let the lights wane within the house 

And darkness cover, limb by limb! 

Across your passes, Alps and plains 

A planetary vapor flows, 
A last, invader, and enchains 

The vine, the woman, and the rose. 

Sleep, Forests old! Sleep in your beds 
Wild-muttering Oceans and dark Wells! 

Sleep be upon your shrunken heads, 
Blind everlasting Pinnacles ! ' 
— Herbert Trenchj in Fortnightly Review. 

The Wildman, 
But still the wildman calls the tameless boy; 

Primeval instincts of the cave and tree. 

The summons of the years that used to be 
Ages before Achilles fought at Troy. 
Call him abroad to his ancestral joy 

With spear and belt and arrow; and he stands 

Out on the rocks and peers with lifted hands 
For wolf to flee or wigwam to destroy. 

Thus, when I marked in our museums a lance, 
A feathered stick, or twisted curio, 

I think with pride in my omnipotence: 

"I made these things ten thousand years ago, 

Where the sun set on plains that now are France, 
Upon my ways from Pyrenees to Po." 

— W. E. Leonard, in the Forum. 

The Rose of Passion, heavy with desire, 

And many-petaled, hangs upon the tree — 

Miscalled fame — of brief mortality, 
Whereunder strings are snapped of lute and lyre 

By bleeding hands, the withering Rose's fee, 
By maddened feet, scorched by the Rose's fire. 

The Rose of the Wcrld grows by a shining pool 
Where lily-nymphs dance daylong on gold sands. 
Crying on man, who brings them with both hands 

All he has found most rare and beautiful — 
To hear the laughter of the fleeing bands, 

And his own image cry to him: "Thou Fool!" 

The Rose of Thought ever of woe bereaves 
Him who still gazes on the unfolding grace 
Of its dim blossom in a lonely place. 

Until into his inmost dream he weaves 
The starry glory of its immortal face: 

And no man sees the falling of its leaves. 

The Rose of Love, the wildest flower, that grows 
By peasant's hovel, and by queen's high bower. 
Spends all its life to scatter in a shower, 

On the gray wind that hither and thither blows. 
The ripe seeds of the Universal Flower; 

And, where the wind wills, there the seed it sows. 
— Elisabeth Gibson, in the Bibelot. 

A Familiar Phrase. 

"Three of a kind beat two pair," especially 
when the trio is made up of you and "she" 
and a box of Geo. Haas & Sons' Mello Cream 
Chocolates. Four stores where you can buy 
them : Phelan Building, Fillmore at Ellis, 
Van Ness at Sutter, and 2S Market Street, 
near Ferry. 




* 2.50 





under twelve years of age with 


at 2230 Pacific Ave., San Francisco 

In charge of Miss ROSE BRIER 
of the Urban School for Boys 


Los Altos, California 

Out-of-door school for girls. Boarding or 
day pupils. On direct line of Peninsular Elec- 
tric Railroad — cars stop at entrance. Primary, 
grammar and high school grades. Special op- 
portunities in music and domestic science. 
(Miss) LYDIA M. POIRIER, Principal. 

sale one of the most beautiful homes on the Peninsula. 
House of 1 4 rooms, grounds 4 acres in finest section of the 
new town. Garage aod stable. Will sell furniture. 

B. P. OLIVER, San Francisco. 

2230 Pacific Avenue 

Reopens January 9, 1911 

Arrangements made for meeting the children 
and conducting them to and from the school. 

Hotel St. Francis 


Under the management of James Woods 

The centre of 
in the city 
that entertains. 

Midwinter Golf Tournament 

Feb. 11th to 18th, inclusive' 

Hotel del Monte 

The Golfers' Paradise 


Feb. 10th and 11th 

Under the auipices of the DEL MONTE 

Full information upon request of 

H. R. WARNER, Manager, Del.Monte 

Chester W. Keller, Special City Representative 

Phone Kearny 4013 


Teacher of Piano 





"Twelre Stories of 
Solid Comfort" 

Building, concrete, 
steel and marble. 

In most fashionable 

shopping district. 

Bound magazines in 
reading room. 

Most refined hostelry 
in Seattle. 

Si*-*' ^*WBI 

Absolutely fireproof. 

SHitefcw 1 ^^B 

Rates, ft 1.50 up 


January 7, 1911. 


California Limited 

Is known to experi- 
enced travelers as the 
nearest approach to the 
ideal yet attained in 
railway transportation. 

It leaves San Fran- 
cisco at 9:00 p. ni. 
every day for Chicago, 
going via Kansas City, 
with connection for 

It carries a through 
Pullman sleeper daily 
direct to the Grand 
Canyon of Arizona. 

Jas. B. Duffy, Gen. 
Agent, 673 Market St. 
Phones Kearny 315, 
and J3371. 

Santa Fe 


Choice Woolens 


Merchant Tailors 
108-110 Sutter St. French Bank Bldg. 

Clubbing List. 

By special arrangement with the publishers, 
and by concessions in price on both sides, we 
are enabled to make the following offer, open 

to all subscribers direct to this office. Sub- 
scribers in renewing subscriptions to Eastern 
periodicals will please mention the date of 
expiration in order to avoid mistakes : 

American Boy and Argonaut $ 4.15 

American Magazine and Argonaut 4.45 

Argosy and Argonaut 4.40 

Atlantic Monthly and Argonaut 7.00 

Blackzvood's Magazine and Argonaut... 6.20 

Century and Argonaut 7.00 

Commoner and Argonaut 4.10 

Cosmopolitan and Argonaut 4.35 

English Illustrated Magazine and Argo- 
naut 4.70 

Forum and Argonaut 6.00 

Harper's Bazar and Argonaut 4.35 

Harper's Magazine and Argonaut 6.80 

Harper's Weekly and Argonaut 6.80 

House Beautiful and Argonaut 6.00 

International Magazine and Argonaut.. 4.50 

Judge and Argonaut 7.50 

Leslie's Weekly and Argonaut 7.00 

Life and Argonaut 7.75 

Lippincott's Magazine and Argonaut. , . 5.25 

Littell's Living Age and Argonaut 9.00 

Mexican Herald and Argonaut 10.50 

Munsey's Magazine and Argonaut 4.40 

Nineteenth Century and Argonaut 7.25 

North American Review and Argonaut. 6.80 

Out West and Argonaut 5.25 

Overland Monthly and Argonaut 4.50 

Political Science Quarterly and Argo- 
naut 5.90 

Puck and Argonaut 7.75 

Review of Reviews and Argonaut 5.00 

Scribner's Magazine and Argonaut 6.00 

Smart Set and Argonaut 5.25 

St. Nicholas and Argonaut 6.00 

Sunset and Argonaut 4.50 

Theatre Magazine and Argonaut 6.50 

Thrice-a-Week New York World (Dem- 
ocratic) and Argonaut 4.25 

Weekly New York Tribune Farmer and 

Argonaut 4.15 

READERS who appreciate this paper 
may give their friends the oppor- 
tunity of seeing a copy. A speci- 
men number of the Argonaut will be sent 
'o any address in any part of the world 
on application to the Publishers, 207 
. owell Street, San Francisco, Cal 


Artist — Madam, it is not faces alone that 
I paint, it is souls ! Madam — Oh, you do in- 
teriors, then? — Boston Transcript. 

Ladies' Seminary Examiner — Miss Jones, 
state the chief impediment to marriage. Can- 
didate — When no one presents himself. — Flie- 
gendc Blatter. 

"You say the elopement was sort of forced 
upon you?" "Yes; after she came down the 
rope ladder her dad pulled it up." — Louis- 
ville Courier-Journal. 

Sophomore — What are you going to do 
when you leave college, old chap? Senior — 
Well, I haven't decided on anything definite 
for the first year, except to come back for 
the class reunion. — Puck. 

She — Yes, we are all quite desperately in 
love with the new curate. He — Ah, it was 
just the dread of that sort of thing in my 
own case that prevented me going in for the 
church ! — London Opinion. 

The Cannibal King — See here, what was 
that dish you served up to me at lunch ? The 
Cook — Stewed cyclist, your majesty. Canni- 
bal King — It tasted very burnt. Cook — Well, 
he was scorching when we caught him, your 
majesty. — Sketch. 

Bill — This paper says an effort is being 
made in France to form a great society for 
the protection of the big game of the world. 
Jill — Well, the big game is all right. What 
we want is a society for the protection of ths 
umpires. — Yonkers Statesman. 

"Doctor, I've tried everything and I can't 
get to sleep,"' complained the voice at the 
other end of the telephone. "Can't you do 
something for me?" "Yes," said the doctor, 
kindly. "Just hold the wire and I'll sing you 
a lullaby." — Success Magazine. 

Mr. Styles — I see that, on an average, over 
sixty reputed centenarians die each year, in 
England and Wales. Mrs. Styles — Oh, that's 
too bad ! Do you suppose those heavy fogs 
they have over there have anything to do 
with it? — Yonkers Statesman. 

"Yes, indeed," responded the young lady 
in the hobble skirt. "When I go out in the 
country all nature seems to smile." "Gra- 
cious !" exclaimed the impudent youth. "I 
don't blame her. It's a wonder she don't 
laugh outright!" — Boston Globe. 

Assistant — Great Scott ! The next issue of 
ours is going to be simply rank. It'll never 
sell a copy. Editor — Brace up! There's one 
thing left to do : Summon the advertising 
manager, and we'll fake up a scheme to boom 

the thing as some kind of a "special number." 
—Puck. ■ 

Mother — I suppose you'll be ;> soldier, loo. 
when you grow up, Billy ? Billy — How many 
hours a day shall I have to fight? — Punch. 

Mrs. .Xagleigh — I suppose you are satis- 
fied now that you made a mistake when you 
married me? Nagleigh — I made a mistake, 
all right, but I'm not satisfied. — Boston Tran- 

"What a blessing civilization has been to 
the world ! Consider for a moment the 

bloody sports of ancient Rome " "Why. 

what's the matter with an automobile cup 
race ?" — Baltimore American. 

"George," said her husband's wife, "I don't 
believe you have smoked one of those cigars 
I gave you on your birthday." "That's right, 
my dear," replied his wife's husband ; "I'm 
going to keep them until our Willie wants to 
learn to smoke." — Chicago News. 

Miss Chat/erton (gushingly ) — What a mag- 
nificent great Dane ! And, of course, his 
name is Hamlet? Mr. Gaiety (the ozener) — 
Xot exactly ; you see, I — er — couldn't con- 
sistently use that name. The best I could do 
was to call her Ophelia ! — New Orleans Pica- 
yune . 

"I hear they are building flats now that 
are provided with disappearing furniture." 
"I suppose that is for the purpose of pro- 
viding more room." "That is understood to 
be the reason, but it will come in handy to 
have such a flat when the tax assessor makes 
his appeaarance." — Chicago Record-Herald. 

"Why did you let that thief get away with 
the automobile right under your eyes?" de- 
manded the chief. "He acted as if he were 
the owner," explained the patrolman. "He 
took it unconcernedly and had as pleasant a 
face as if there were no doubt of his owner- 
ship." "A pleasant face!" roared the chief. 
"Don't you know yet what a worried look the 
automobile owner wears?" — Buffalo Express. 

He was under the influence when he wan- 
dered into a downtown barber shop, and after 
being shaved sat down in the bootblack's 
chair. "How do you get paid? Wages?" he 
asked. "No, suh," answered the bootblack. 
"I work on a puhcentage — sixty puhcent's 
mine." "Shicksty p'cent yours," said he, de- 
liberately. "Shicksty p'cent." "Yes, suh." 
" 'F you take in a hundred dollars you keep 
shicksty ?" "Yes, suh." " 'F you take in a 
thousan', you keep shicks hundred ?" "Yes, 
suh." "An' hundred thousan'. you keep 
shicksty thousan' ?" "Yes, suh." "My, my," 
said he in a puzzled manner, "what're you 
goin' t' do with so mush money?" — Cleveland 

Cook's Tours and Tickets 





Interpreters at all principal ports and tourists centres, lo render assistance to their clients, enables 


lo offer you, either as an Independent Traveler or member of an Escorted Party, FACILITIES AND PROTEC- 
TION unobtainable through any other source. 

Your OVERLAND journey, your OCEAN passage, your Tour through EUROPE, the ORIENT or 
ROUND THE WORLD can be arranged with economy of lime and expense to you at 

COOK'S OFFICE, 689 Market St., San Francisco 

Coot's Traveler's Gazette, published monthly, pric- 10 t 




Southern Pacific - Union Pacific 


Flood Building 42 Powell St. 

Market St. Ferry Depot 

Broadway and 13th St., Oakland 

Gladding, McBean & Co. 



Between New Montgomery and Third 
San Francisco, Cal. 


r-Jk Get 



Stewart Hartshorn on label. 
"Improved," no tacks required. 

Wood Rollers Tin Rollers 


Pacific Travel Bureau 

EGYPT— Uoder expert leader. "CELTIC." 

Jan. 25, 1911. "CARMAN1A." 

Feb. 18. 1911. 
EUROPE — Spring and summer parties and 

JAPAN, China, Around the World. 
CRUISE— '■SIERRA" to Hawaiian Islands, 

March 18, 1911. 

Speciality of Independent Parties 

789 Market Street, San Francisco 
553 So. Spring Street, Los Angeles 
69 Fifth Street, Portland, Ore. 
Agents for H. W. DUNNING & CO. 
14 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass. 

Toyo Kisen Kaisha 


S. S. America Maru. . .Thursday, Jan. 12, 1911 
S. S. Tenyo Maru. . ..Wednesday, Jan. 18,1911 

S.S.Nippon Maru Wednesday, Feb. 8,1911 

S. S. Chiyo Maru Wednesday, Mar. 8,1911 

Steamers sail from company's piers, Nos. 
42-44, near foot of Second Street, 1 p. m., for 
Yokohama and Hongkong, calling at Honolulu, 
Kobe (Hiogo), Nagasaki and Shanghai, and 
connecting at Hongkong with steamer for Ma- 
nila, India, etc. No cargo received on board 
on day of sailing. 

Round-trip tickets at reduced rates. 

For freight and passage apply at office, 240 
James Flood Building. W. H. AVERY, 
Assistant General Manager. 



High Grade French Ranges 

Complete Kitchen and Bakery Outfit! 
Caning Tables, Coffee Urns, Dish Haters 

827-829 Mission St. 

San Francisco. Cal. 

cisco is located at 626 Merchants Exchange 
Building, where all business of THE CITI- 
ZENS' ALLIANCE is transacted. 

LIANCE, in Oakland, is at 804 Broadway. All 
classes of male help is furnished, absolutely 
free, to employer and employee. 

Romeike's Press Clipping Bureau 

Will send you all newspaper clippings which 
may appear about you, your friends, or any 
subject on which you want to be "up to date." 

A large force in my New York office reads 
650 daily papers and over 2000 weeklies and 
magazines, in fact, every paper of importance 
published in the United States, for 5000 sub- 
scribers, and, through the European Bureaus, 
all the leading papers in the civilized globe. 

Clippings found for subscribers and pasted 
on slips giving name and date of paper, and 
are mailed day by day. 

Write for circular and terms. 


110 and 112 W. 26th St., New York. 
Branches: London, Paris, Berlin, Sydney. 

6J : 


The Argonaut. 

Vol. LXVIII. No. 1764. 

San Francisco, January 14, 1911. 

Price Ten Cents 

PUBLISHERS' NOTICE— The Argonaut (title trade-marked) is 
published every week by the Argonaut Publishing Company. Sub- 
scriptions, $4.00 per year; six months, $2.10; three months, $1.10 
payable in advance — postage prepaid. Subscriptions to all foreign 
countries within the Postal Union, $5.00 per year. Sample copies 
free. Single copies, 10 cents. News Dealers and Agents in the 
interior supplied by the San Francisco News Company, 747 Howard 
Street, San Francisco. Subscribers wishing their addresses changed 
should give their old as well as new addresses. The American 
News Company, New York, are agents for the Eastern trade. The 
Argonaut may be ordered from any News Dealer or Postmaster in 
the United States or Europe. Special advertising rates to publishers. 

Address all communications to The Argonaut, 207 Powell Street, 
San Francisco. Make all checks, drafts, postal orders, etc., payable 
to "The Argonaut Publishing Company." 

Entered at the San Francisco postoffice as second-class matter. 

The Argonaut can be obtained in London at the International 
News Co., Breams Building, Chancery Lane; American Newspaper 
and Advertising Agency, Trafalgar Square, Northumberland Ave- 
nue; and at Daws Steamship Agency, 17 Green Street, Leicester 
Square, and can be ordered from any of the news stands of W. H. 
Smith & Son. In Paris, at 37 Avenue de l'Opera. In New York, at 
Brentano's, Fifth Avenue and Twenty- Seventh Street. In Chicago, 
Western News Company. In Washington, at F and Thirteenth Sts. 

The Argonaut is on sale at the Ferry Station, San Francisco, 
by Foster & O'Rear; on the ferryboats of the Key Route system 
by the news agents, and by the Denison News Company on Southern 
Pacific boats and trains. 

Telephone, Kearny 5895. Publication office, 207 Powell Street. 
GEORGE L. SHOALS, Business Manager. 


ALFRED HOLMAN ------- Editor 


EDITORIAL: Mr. Carnegie's Newest Bestowal — A Rump 
Victory and a New Boss — Mr. Bryan's Counsel — Are 
Americans Deteriorating? — Inside the Trade Unions — 
Getting Things "Close to the People" — Editorial Notes — 17-19 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By Henry C. Shelley 20 

OLD FAVORITES: "A Fair Florentine," by Eugene Davis; 
"On the Belf ry Tower," by Austin Dobson ; "The Lady 
of Beauty" 20 

SUFFERINGS ON THE SUBWAY: Manhattan Travelers 

Have Their Trials. By Sidney G. P. Coryn 21 

INDIVIDUALITIES: Notes about Prominent People All over 

the World 21 

THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT: How a Captain Evaded an Ex- 
plosion. From the French of Victorien Sardou 22 

MODJESKA'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY: Anecdotes and Incidents 

of the Actress's Career 23 

THE LATEST REVIEWS: Briefer Reviews— Gossip of Books 

and Authors 24-25 

THE REAL DICK TURPIN: "Piccadilly" Makes a Sugges- 
tion for American Coaching Enthusiasts in England 26 

CURRENT VERSE: "Kept in the Heart," by Ella Beardsley; 
"The Word," by Theodosia Garrison; "Battle," by 
Ronald Campbell Macfie 26 

DRAMA: A New Theatre Play. By Josephine Hart Phelps.. 27 


VANITY FAIR: Old Proverbs Made New for Motorists — 
Surprise Dinners in Paris — Happy Hunting-Grounds for 
Pedigree-Seekers — Encircling the Earth by Label — The 
Spanish Mantilla in Wide Favor — A Vegetarian Menu — 
How Camp Life Exposes Structural Weakness 28 

STORYETTES: Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise 29 


PERSONAL: Notes and Gossip — Movements and Where- 
abouts 30-31 

THE ALLEGED HUMORISTS: Paragraphs Ground Out by 

the Dismal Wits of the Day 32 

Mr. Carnegie's Newest Bestowal. 

The versatile and busy Mr. Carnegie, America's one 
and only Laird, grown weary of honors founded upon 
ready money, now reaches out for a new kind of dis- 
tinction. He has gotten Professor George Huntington, 
late librarian at Carleton College, wherever that may 
be, to write a new jingle as a substitute for "America," 
which in its turn, if the truth be spoken for once, 
is a cheap parody — a case of trivial words set 
to noble but stolen music. Mr. Carnegie's new hymn 
is all that a national anthem ought to be in the 
way of sentiment, but regarded as poetry it is not 
much, and it proposes like "America" to take on 
the tune of "God Save the King." Mr. Carnegie, 
we think, would better stick to his policy of cash con- 
tributions. Neither now nor in future more than in 
the past is any national hymn likely to come as a 
"promoted" product. You can no more go into the 
market, buy and establish a national hymn, than a 
domestic lullaby. These things come in their own time 
and in their own way and from unpromoted sources. 
Some day we shall, no doubt, find a hymn expressive 
of American spirit both in words and music. And 
when it shall be found, it will be a hvmn with its own 

dignities of inspiration in word and music, without, like 
"America," going to the primary benches for rhythm 
and to another country for melody. It will be unlike 
the "Star-Spangled Banner" in that a singer may reach 
its fifth note without possessing a phenomenal voice. 
But neither Mr. Carnegie's nor another man's money 
will be the means of finding and exploiting this much- 
desired embodiment of national feeling. 

A Rump Victory and a New Boss. 

The senatorial campaign at Sacramento which culmi- 
nated on Tuesday in the election of Mr. John D. Works, 
of Los Angeles, has given to California a significant 
illustration of the practical workings of purified politics. 
Mr. Works was the candidate of the Lincoln-Roosevelt 
League, a Republican faction which as a result of the 
recent election has become dominant in the party and 
in control of the State administration. It was the 
Lincoln-Roosevelt League which two years ago fathered 
and urged the direct primary system under which this 
senatorial election has assumed to be conducted. We 
have, therefore, the case of a reform scheme enforced 
by its friends — even by those who brought it into 

Now let us observe the system in practice: Under 
the direct primary law it was provided by way of getting 
at "the people's choice" that there should be a popular 
vote in each of the forty senatorial and assembly dis- 
tricts into which California is divided, for candidates 
for the United States Senate to be elected subsequently 
by the State legislature. This vote was declared to 
be "advisory," none the less it was urged as morally 
binding upon members of the legislature. By the terms 
of the law each member of the legislature had the 
option of voting, (a) for the candidate of his party 
receiving the largest number of votes in his district, 
or (b) for that candidate of his party who should have 
a majority in the greater number of electoral districts. 
When the returns were counted it was found that Mr. 
A. G. Spalding, of San Diego, Republican candidate, 
had won twenty-four out of the forty districts, and that 
Mr. John D. Works, of Los Angeles, also a Republican 
candidate, had won in nine districts. The remaining 
districts were carried for Democratic candidates. But 
it appeared that in the aggregate Mr. Works had re- 
ceived 64,757 votes and Mr. Spalding 63,182 votes. 
Thus Spalding had won the districts, but Works had 
gotten a few hundred more votes in the aggregate. 
But since the law took no account of the voting other 
than by districts there was no legal or other value in 
the slight popular majority of one candidate over the 
other. Mr. Works himself in commenting upon the 
result declared that "the fact that a candidate carries 
the whole State is of no consequence under the law 
as affecting his right to support in the legislature." 

Mr. Works was plainly beaten at the polls. But it 
so happened that in the same election his faction of the 
Republican party — the Lincoln-Roosevelt League — won 
the governorship and took over the Republican official 
organization. The popular expectation, based upon the 
pretensions of the Lincoln-Roosevelt League, was that 
the new administration in State and party affairs would 
accept the result of the senatorial primary not because 
the election of Mr. Spalding was palatable to them, but 
because of their devotion to the principle of the 
direct primary law — a law of their own devising. 
But no sooner had the Lincoln-Roosevelt Leaguers 
gotten into the saddle of party authority than they 
began a systematic campaign for the election by the 
legislature not of the winner in the senatorial primary 
fight, but of the man who represented their own fac- 
tion — none other than the defeated Mr. Works. The 
circumstance that upon comparison of totals Works had 
received 1575 votes in all the districts together above 
the vote of Mr. Spalding was urged as a reason why 
he should be favored by the legislature as against 
Spalding, even though the law directly laid down 

another principle. In other words, it was proposed to 
set the law aside in the interest of the defeated candi- 
date of the faction which found itself in party, adminis- 
trative, and legislative authority. 

When the legislature assembled there was practically 
no sentiment among its members for Mr. Works. 
Every lawyer in it and every man of common sense 
knew that under the law Works had been defeated. 
They knew that under the law Spalding had been 
elected. There were many who felt that the law being 
"advisory," no moral obligation upon members of the 
legislature grew out of it. But Mr. Meyer Lissner, 
Lincoln-Roosevelt Leaguer and chairman of the reor- 
ganized Republican State Committee, had views of his 
own. For personal, factional, or other reasons, he de- 
sired the election of Mr. Works, and he set about with 
tremendous energy to enforce this result. He had the 
power of the official party organization in his hands; 
also he had such powers as attach to close association 
and sympathy with the governor — and the governor, 
bear in mind, has the power to veto bills, to cut down 
appropriations, to appoint a multitude of State officials 
large and small. With these resources of cajolery and 
compulsion in his hands, Mr. Meyer Lissner set up a 
headquarters in a Sacramento hotel and proceeded to 
gather in members of the legislature singly and in 
blocks. He did the work so thoroughly that not only 
most of the Republican members accepted his pro- 
gramme and voted for his man, but likewise all but 
three of the Democratic members. Manifestly Mr. 
Lissner, afraid to depend upon his hold on mem- 
bers of his own party, had made effective arrangements 
with members of the minority. Just what these ar- 
rangements are we shall have some hint later on as 
Governor Johnson's appointments are given out and as 
his favoring hand may be traced in dealing with the 
various appropriation bills. 

The campaign as it has been waged by Mr. Lissner. 
with the figure and authority of his friend Governor 
Johnson in the background, has been in many ways the 
most extraordinary in the checkered history of our poli- 
tics. The thing was done literally under whip and 
spur. No combination of party and legislative bosses 
was ever more direct, positive, and remorseless in 
action than Mr. Meyer Lissner, who aggregated all 
functions in his own person and was himself on the 
ground from start to finish. Of course, this ruthless 
game was not carried through without objection on the 
part of those simple souls who have taken the primary 
election law seriously and who have expected the re- 
form administration to carry it out with consistency 
and fidelity. Senator Wright, the author of the law. 
burst out last week in an angry arraignment of Liss- 
ner and his methods, and the San Francisco Call, which 
ardently championed the primary election law and 
which has all along been a supporter of the Lincoln- 
Roosevelt League movement, broke through the bonds 
of factional subserviency to pipe forth a feeble pro- 
test. From other sources criticism has been direct and 
emphatic, and a common comment at Sacramento and 
elsewhere is that when it comes to "raw work" your 
high-souled reformers can go to lengths far beyond the 
limits of the game as played by "regulars." 

Mr. Works, who was elected on Tuesday as a result 
of all this effort, is a respectable but otherwise incon- 
sequential citizen of Los Angeles. He is a lawyer of 
fair standing, and was for a period a justice of the 
Supreme Court of the State, where his most notable 
service was a persistent effort to substitute the laws of 
Indiana, the State of his former residence, for the laws 
of California. He is described as an irascible, preju 
diced, and super-critical man, whose main interest lies 
in the promotion of various "isms" to which he is 
attached. Christian Science being prominent among 
them. He would never have been thought of for the 
senatorship or for any other representative offici 


January 14, 1911. 

::r :he chance which the direct primary afforded him 
of pushing himself to the front. He declares himself 
to be a La Follette Republican, whatever that may 
mean, and he stands, of course, in sympathetic and cor- 
dial relations with the new official regime in California. 
He will no doubt, so far as his authority goes, cooperate 
politically with the present administration, which of 
course explains the eagerness of Mr. Lissner in his 
behalf. There was wanted a senator whose influence 
would contribute to the powers of the present regime. 
That this influence will count for much may well be 
doubted. A man who enters the Senate at Mr. Works's 
time of life, discredited by the terms of his election, 
one who announces himself in advance as an insurgent 
and a disturber — such a man is not likely to carry 
everything before him. Probably Mr. Works will fall 
into the character of a senatorial nobody. We have, 
apparently, at a time when senatorial power for the 
Pacific Coast is greatly needed, thrown away a great 

It is not forgotten that when the direct primary was 
being urged upon California two years ago the main 
argument for it was that it would bring "the people's 
choice" into the official life of the State, and again "the 
people's choice" in our representation at Washington. 
Now, let us see how this theory has worked out in 
practice. The total vote of California in the Novem- 
ber election, representing about three-fourths of the 
registration, which itself represented about five-sixths 
of the voting citizenship, was 187,031. Mr. Spalding, 
who in spite of the direct mandate of the law has just 
been turned down at Sacramento, received 63,182 votes, 
or 29.3 per cent of the poll. So far as formal results 
could be secured by the primary election Mr. Spalding 
was the winner — "the people's choice." He received 
seven-tenths less than 50 per cent of three-fourths of 
five-sixths of the voting citizenship of California. 
Now, let us see where this inquiry brings us with 
respect to Mr. Works, who though defeated in the elec- 
tion has won in the legislature under direction of the 
new party boss, Mr. Lissner. The total vote in the 
November election, as we have seen, was 187,031. Of 
this vote Mr. Works polled 30.9 per cent. That is, 
he was supported by less thah one-third of three-fourths 
of five-sixths of the voting citizenship of California. 
In the face of the result, likewise in the face of this 
analysis of the vote, how ridiculous becomes the claim 
that the direct primary system enforces "the people's 
choice" ! And, in truth, it has not only failed to 
give us "the people's choice," but it has failed to give 
us any worthy or fit choice. 

There arises in connection with this extraordinary 
event several pertinent inquiries: Who is Mr. Meyer 
Lissner? L T nder what arrangement does he find him- 
self in a position of authority to enforce his will upon 
members of the State legislature? Where is his war- 
rant for associating the powers of a legislative over- 
seer, spur on boot and whip in hand, with the chair- 
manship of the Republican State Committee? At this 
distance Mr. Lissner looks wonderfully like another 
Abraham Ruef, minus certain superficial qualities of 
reserve, education, and quasi-breeding, plus a rough- 
riding and peculiarly offensive combination of assump- 
tion and aggressiveness. 


The followers of Mrs. Eddy are divided cm the ques- 
tion of whether she will rise again. Mrs. Stetson, who 
in times past, did not get on well with the aged priestess, 
believes she will, but the fear may be mother to the 
thought. Others of the faith think that her triumph 
over the error called death will take the form of a 
personal manifestation, not necessarily soon, but in her 
own good time and way. Like Our Lady of many 
shrines, she may in one age choose a Neapolitan grotto 
or in another a Belgian fane or in still another a sanc- 
tuary in France. Or she may prefer to take mortal 
guise in the land of her fleshly birth. One can but wait 
in faith, believing, as a devout follower declares, that 
her position on earth "was precisely like that of Jesus." 
But other Christian Scientists, though they regard the 
late Mrs. Eddy as seer and revelator. do not think that 
she will burst the bonds of the tomb, but that her spirit, 
potent in higher forms of life than ours, will be felt 
through its occult influences rather than through a 
materialized form and voice. And they all say "time 
will tell." 

The similarities between religions, in the matter of a 

personal "-^surrection of their founders and as concerns 

rinil and the function of women in the basic 

plan of theology, afford curious inquiry. The trinity 
is to be found in almost all the ancient Asiatic concep- 
tions of the Deity, a resolving of the many gods of 
pantheism into three elements. A goddess, Isis, was 
the mother divinity of Egyptian worship, and from 
this myth, as a scholar of the Anglican church has 
latelv declared, is derived that phase of Christian the- 
ology which superlatively exalts the Virgin Mother. 
As to the idea of resurrection, it probably grew out of 
metempsychosis, the supposed transmigration of one 
soul to another; and it appears, in the various forms 
in all the old religions and philosophies. Zoroastrianism 
defines the personal resurrection; Christianity affirms 
it; Buddhism accepts it as part of the scheme of rein- 
carnation, and Mohammedanism as a possible expres- 
sion of the supreme will. And almost without excep- 
tion the newer religions teach that those who founded 
them shall live again in the flesh; or, if that principle 
is not found in the body of the doctrine, its believers 
supply it, as some of them are trying to do in the 
instance of the late Mrs. Eddy. 

Thus the true Mormon believes that Joseph Smith 
will rise again when the lost ten tribes come out of the 
Far North to summon the latter-day saints, living 
and dead, to possess the earth. Teed, the founder of 
Koreshanity, promised to rise. Mme. Blavatsky taught 
her followers to expect her to revisit the glimpses of 
the moon, and they are faithfully awaiting the event. 

Who shall say that none of the newer religions will 
not, in process of the centuries, lay claim to the fulfill- 
ment of the myth? The eye of faith is subject to 
strange illusions. Every few- hundred years it makes 
those lesser deities called saints and credits them with 
miracles only less human in manifestation than the 
liquifying blood of Saint Januarias. Given time 
enough and it may easily see a risen god. A common 
expectation long held brings a sense of realization. In 
history many a wish has crystallized into fable and 
many a fable into a belief. And so may it not be that 
our own American seers will one day appear among 
those supernatural figures of a dim past for whom the 
tomb has opened its ponderous jaws and revealed them 
as the immortal almoners of a heavenly trust? 

Are Americans Deteriorating? 
Are Americans running down physically since so 
many of them have left the farms and the sea to gather 
in cities? We are moved to the inquiry because the 
Secretary of War in his report for 1909 says that of 
100,996 men examined for the regular army, 81,87S 
were rejected as lacking either mental, moral, or 
physical qualifications. The physical lack was most in 
evidence; and, as the major percentage of the would-be 
recruits hailed from cities, where recruiting stations 
are handiest, the result of their physical tests would 
seem to bear directly on the matter of environment. 

No such proportion as 80 per cent, probably no such 
proportion as 15 per cent, of young men was rejected 
during the Civil War' on the Northern side, though the 
Confederacy, which "robbed the cradle and the grave," 
took more chances. City life at that time was more 
like a larger village life and city recruits were in high 
favor. They were lean of flesh, light on their feet, 
accustomed to rapid walking, more alert, and seemed to 
have more stamina than their logy, pork-and-corn fed 
plowman neighbors. They needed only a short mili- 
tary novitiate before they grew fit for marching and 
fighting. But in the soldier-making class now the 
country has the advantage, and for the sake of the 
morale of the army, recruiting offices might well be 
put on wheels and sent among the villages. City life 
with us is becoming what it was in England when some- 
body said, not without truth, that no one ever saw a 
Londoner of the fourth generation. The causes are 
various. Your city man, for one thing, lacks pure air. 
A million chimneys and fifty thousand sewer openings 
vitiate it. Consumers can not always be sure of pure 
w^ater and the freshest food. In Eastern cities the city- 
man lives in tight houses, heated by steam, and does it 
for six months of the year. Cheap and rapid transit 
tempt him off his feet; he grows sparing of exercise. 
He does not get the sleep of his country cousin. With 
him simplicity of life is the joke of the comic papers 
and the music halls. He himself leads a life which, in 
various ways, saps his vitality ; makes him old at forty 
and begins to s l er ' ze mm at fifty- 
There is another cause of deterioration which applies 
to city and country alike, which might be classed as an 
evil of humanitarianism. In former days the Ameri- 

can people represented, in large degree, the survival of 
the fittest. Those that had appendicitis died of inflam- 
mation of the bowels, for which the doctors had no 
cure. Consumption galloped to the grave. Bacilli 
went on with their deadly work unsuspected. Smallpox 
usually had its way, especially in the rural districts. 
Who cared about the drinking water so long as it was 
wet and cool? Doctors merely starved a fever. Reme- 
dies were few and knives unskillful ; so the sick and in- 
jured soon went their way. Those who were left were 
the ones with toughness of fibre and special vitality of 
life. Now, through surgery and beneficence, the uses 
of the unfit are perpetuated. Scientifically braced up, 
the man with a half-ruined system lives to become the 
father of the ailing and the weak. There is no law 
about consumptives marrying and the issue is more con- 

Again, we have come upon a time when we no longer 
take in the best immigrants. Through old Castle Gar- 
den once marched in the pick of Europe's peasantry — 
the ruddy and agile Celt, the big-boned and broad- 
shouldered Englishman, the solid German, the clear- 
eyed Scandinavian, the long-lived Hollander. For a 
quarter of a century the riffraff of Europe has been 
coming instead. What of the Hungarian and Russian 
Jews, the lazzaroni of Naples? What kind of blood, 
what weight of brawn, have they been adding to the 
country? What of their future progeny? 

And is there anything we can do about it? The 
gravity of the question should impress the sociologist, 
and, indeed, has done so. How are we going to bring 
the male American back to his physical birthright? 
How are we going to make him a man again ? As the 
Argonaut has already pointed out, the American woman 
is improving physically and mentally, the city woman 
most of all. She is exercising more, dressing and 
eating with better sense, cultivating the out-of-door 
life. Must she finally take her men in hand and at- 
tempt to counteract the debilitating effects of their 
city life. If she doesn't what is there to induce them 
to undertake it for themselves? 

Inside the Trades Unions. 

When union labor men fall out the public hears 
something it ought to know, and the quarrel between 
the flagrant Mr. Haywood and the fragrant Mr. Gom- 
pers is doing its part to prove the fact. Both men are 
apostolic leaders of organized labor whose individual 
services to the sacred cause have cost the one an in- 
dictment for murder and the other a conviction of 
conspiracy in restraint of trade ; so it can not be denied 
that both are far enough on the inside of labor-union 
affairs and representative enough of labor purposes to 
treat of them authoritatively. 

It being Mr. Haywood's turn for a hearing, Mr. Gom- 
pers finds himself arraigned more distinctly than he is 
wont to be even in the terms of his customary indict- 
ments. Haywood says, for instance, that Gompers has 
collected in ten years, through the American Federation 
of Labor, $300,000,000, and yet wages are declining 
and the cost of living is going up. These $300,000,000 
came from a union membership of 2,000,000 and are sup- 
posed to have been spent on salaries, legislation, suste- 
nance funds for strikes and to bear the incidental costs 
of boycotts and of such demonstrations as may be 
deemed necessary to increase the timidity of govern- 
ment and the press. Nevertheless, as Mr. Haywood 
declares, trades unionism, as practiced by Gompers. 
gives the laboring man nothing for his white alley and, 
indeed, does him positive harm. Capital is still on top. 
Generally the union laborer strikes in vain; and. by 
the Gompers policy of forming a "job trust," he even 
suffers from the inability to get his children into trades. 
There are no apprenticeships under Federation rules; 
and as none but Federationists may get work in the 
areas organized by them, the children grow up un- 
skilled, fit only to fill the jails and the poorhouses. 
They only know of the $300,000,000 by hearsay. 

Mr. Haywood's gentle remedy for this state of things 
is first to get rid of Gompers and other "weaklings" 
and then to start a class war. He would divide the 
citizenship into two hostile factions, employers and 
employed, and permit no compromises between them. 
They should not even mingle. Then, as there are 
35,000,000 productive laborers in the United States, only 
2,000,000 of whom Gompers, despite his $300,000,000. 
has been able to organize, the whole force should be 
got together and put in a position to prey on the unor- 
ganized majority. Labor in a mass of 35,000,000 eager 
and unterrified souls could easily control things in a 

January 14, 1911. 



way to make capital its slave. It" it wanted more pay 
it could commandeer it; and if capital ventured to put 
up the price of necessities and even of luxuries, there 
would be a peremptory way of dealing with it and pull- 
ing the price down. Just a binding socialism for the 
worker, and who could then keep the capitalist, who 
won't carry his own guns, from being robbed? 

Gompers, as he is described, means labor unionism as 
it is; Haywood, as he describes himself, means labor 
unionism as he would like to see it; and in the opinion of 
both — and both are probably right — neither man is to 
be trusted to bring about anything but futile disorder. 
Meanwhile the only fair thing in the outlook seems to 
lie in the saving common sense of the laborers, 
33,000.000 strong, who have held aloof from organiza- 
tion against capital and. living on good terms with 
their neighbors of all degrees, are doing their share to 
preserve the peace, industrial and otherwise, and main- 
tain a republic in which every inhabitant may do as 
he pleases so long as he pleases to do right. These 
liberal workingmen principally live in the small places 
and on the farms. They believe in competition rather 
than consolidation and look upon a restrained produc- 
tion as a device to increase, rather than diminish, the 
cost of living. To them capital turns with confidence 
to help vote down any legislation which impairs the 
right of any citizen to earn his own living in his own 
lawful way; and which sets up an insolent and preda- 
tory despotism. 

Getting Things "Close to the People." 

Between the express desire of Governor Johnson, Mr. 
Chester Rowell, Mr. Meyer Lissner, and others to 
bring government "close to the people," and their prac- 
tice under the responsibilities of official and other forms 
of authority, there is a wide gulf. After the fashion 
of one temperamentally and by training inclined to 
a fierce partisanship. Governor Johnson hollers and 
bellers for the Initiative, Referendum, the Recall, 
and whatnot other "isms" flock with these_ novelties. 
He even casts off the party in whose name he sought 
and won the governorship to invite the support of the 
radical elements of all parties — this to the end of bring- 
ing government "close to the people." 

Then in the next breath this fire-eyed champion of 
the popular will suggests changes in the State Constitu- 
tion tending to limitation of elective choice of officials 
and to the concentration of executive powers. He 
would cut out pretty much all the State officers except- 
ing the governorship from the list of places to be filled 
by election, giving the appointment to these places into 
the hands of the governor — himself, let it be noted, 
being the governor. First he would have such adjust- 
ments of the law as would bring government "close 
to the people" ; then he would have such changes in the 
Constitution as would take away from the dear people 
even such choice as they now have in selecting func- 
tionaries to preside over State affairs. The consistency 
of this plan is truly beautiful. 

Governor Johnson's programme as above outlined af- 
fords some suggestion of his political ideals, but we get 
a still more definite view in the course of Mr. Meyer 
Lissner, his friend, guide, and political co-partner. 
Mr. Lissner. through fortuitous accident, is chairman 
of the Republican State Central Committee, and he 
construes this office as involving a close guardianship 
of the representatives of the party in the State legis- 
lature. With an effrontery beyond precedent he has 
established personal headquarters at the State capital 
from which he assumes to direct the political conduct 
of Republican legislators. Being in close touch with 
the executive office, he is endowed not merely with the 
moral powers of his own chairmanship, but with such 
concrete advantages as may rest upon suggestions 
growing out of his intimacy with the governor. Mr. 
Lissner therefore is a boss equipped as few bosses have 
ever been in California or elsewhere to enforce his 

Xow, if in addition to the whip of his committee 
chairmanship and to the big stick of his presumed in- 
fluence with the governor, Mr. Lissner had at his dis- 
posal the further powers which Mr. Johnson has asked 
for, we should have in California a political machine 
which has never been matched in this or in any other 
country presumably established upon a popular basis — 
at least not since the First Consulate. 

The firm of Johnson, Lissner & Co. now has the 
political powers which rest in complete mastership of 
the several State institutions managed through commis- 
sions appointed by the governor. It has the veto power 

on legislation. Under our legislative practice it has in 
its hands all the powers which rest with the executive 
office in apportioning the State funds. It has the power 
of appointment to judicial vacancies with a general 
supervisory authority over the prosecuting attorneys in 
the several counties. Xow. add to all these the appoint- 
ment of the attorney-general which the governor has 
asked for, the appointment of the secretary of state 
which the governor has asked for, the appointment of 
the state printer which the governor has asked for, the 
clerkship of the Supreme Court which the governor has 
asked for, the surveyor-generalship which the governor 
has asked for, the superintendent' of public instruction 
which the governor has asked for, the filling of "every 
attorneyship of the State that now exists, of commis- 
sions, boards, and officials" — give to Johnson, Lissner 
& Co. all these with the patronage involved, and there 
would be an aggregation of political powers quite be 
yond anything ever heard of in a presumably self 
governing country. 

Mr. Lissner's attitude in the present legislative crisis 
illustrates his ideas and his methods sufficiently to sug- 
gest how, as the outside man of Johnson, Lissner & Co., 
he would use powers so extensive and far-reaching. 
Even now he assumes to be not the mere advisor, but 
the master of the legislature. Give into his hands as 
the political agent of the executive office all the other 
powers which Governor Johnson has demanded, and 
the whole State government would practically be re- 
duced to Mr. Johnson and Mr. Lissner, sustained by an 
army of political mercenaries, with perhaps our good 
friend Chester Rowell as a nominal "associate" for the 
sake of the moral atmosphere which surrounds his 

Little did the voters of California think, when in 
response to the fervid appeals to Mr. Johnson they voted 
to unhorse the old party organization, that they were 
laying the foundation for a new scheme of political 
autocracy that for thoroughness both in theory and 
practice would put the old system to the blush. Who 
would have imagined that in electing Governor Johnson, 
and in giving him Meyer Lissner for his prophet, we 
were setting up in the politics of California a new 
system of arbitrary authority so radically advanced as 
compared with the old? 

And what, we wonder, will be the attitude of those 
elements by whose favor the firm of Johnson. Liss- 
ner & Co. has been created? What will be the 
opinion of those earnest souls who have labored in 
season and out of season to bring government "closer 
to the people" when they find that they have put into 
authority men who find existing conditions too cir- 
cumscribed for their ambitions and would enforce a 
system diametrically opposed to the principles upon 
which they were chosen? One suggestion we have 
already in the wailing of the San Francisco Call. It 
was the Call, be it remembered, which first suggested, 
in the interest of its advertising columns, the direct pri- 
mary. It was the Call which promised through this 
device to bring government "close to the people." It 
was the Call which sponsored Mr. Johnson and sup- 
ported the campaign in which Mr. Meyer Lissner was 
the leader. Really, it is not surprising that the Call 
now sits dejected, tearing its hair, and refusing to be 

party, the man to whom above all otherr. 
Democrats look to for suggestion and coun- 

Mr. Bryan's Counsel. 
Again Mr. Bryan has disclaimed any intention of 
becoming a presidential candidate in 1912. At the 
same time he thinks the situation favorable for the 
Democratic party and "wants every friend" to join with 
him in an effort "to secure as the party nominee a man 
whose record will justify the hope that the people can 
depend upon him." In this connection Mr. Bryan 
names four men. either of whom he thinks would make 
an effective candidate — Folk of Missouri. Gaynor of 
Xew York, Harmon of Ohio, Wilson of Xew Jersey. 
As between these four he expresses no preference at 
this time. This utterance is especially significant in 
view of the fact that Mr. Harmon belongs to the so- 
called Cleveland wing of the party and that he bolted 
the first Bryan nomination, giving his support in 1896 
to Palmer and Buckner. Mr. Bryan gives Governor 
Wilson unstinted praise for his attitude in the contest 
for the Xew Jersey senatorship. Let it not be over- 
looked that Mr. Bryan, although no longer on the 
active list as a presidential candidate, is nevertheless 
far from being a "dead one" in Democratic politics. 
Although in one sense in personal eclipse, he is still 
perhaps the most influential member of the Democratic 

Editorial Notes. 

The recent evasive utterances of the Speaker-to- 
be of the House of Representatives, Hon. Beauchamp 
Clark of Missouri, with respect to tariff legislation 
when the Democrats shall come into control of the 
House contrast oddly with the clear and binding 
declarations made by this same Mr. Clark at a Tam- 
many Hall celebration in Xew York City last Fourth 
of July at a time when there was no real expectation 
of Democratic success. In the course of his remarks 
upon that occasion Mr. Clark said : 

If we have the next House, as I believe we will have, we 
will honestly and courageously report a hill to revise the tariff 
down to a revenue basis, pass it through the House and send 
it over to the Senate. Perhaps by that time the Senate, 
yielding to the public demand, will also pass it. If it does 
not, we will go to the people on that issue in 1912. 

This is very much to the purpose. But — will Mr. 
Clark remember it and stand by it? There is reason 
to fear that he will not. 

Even in old and rotten systems there is commonly 
a force which revolution, however promoted, finds it 
hard to cope with. The French Revolution, following 
a circle, ran ultimately into something quite as posi- 
tive as the old despotism. The English Revolution ran 
its course to be succeeded by the traditional system, 
modified but nevertheless the same in spirit. The 
American Revolution was not in truth a revolution at 
all, but rather the enforcement of an established prin- 
ciple of domestic self-government. South American 
revolutions are notoriously nothing better than change 
from one dictatorship to another. Xow we find that 
the revolution in Portugal exhibits in the collapse of 
its powers the old and inherent weakness of radical 
change. After three months of authority the new ad- 
ministration of Portugal appears to be breaking down. 
The provisional government, no longer able to rely on 
the army and navy, is powerless to sustain social order 
or adequately to combat a rising conspiracy to restore 
the monarchy. It looks as if the days of the revolu- 
tionary authority were numbered. In the end probably 
King Manoel will find himself again on the Portuguese 
throne, not let it be hoped without having -conceded 
points tending to the advantage of the long-abused 
Portuguese people. . 

A vexed issue has been determined in the State of 
Washington, where woman suffrage has just been 
made the law of the land. City Attorney Stiles of Ta- 
coma, formerly a State Supreme Court judge, holds 
that women upon application to be registered may not 
be required to tell their exact age. The law. says 
Judge Stiles, requires voters to "make oath that they 
are over twenty-one years of age." How much over 
twenty-one may be an interesting fact in specific cases, 
but it is inconsequential as related to the purpose of 
the law. Hereafter women will not be called upon to 
give their age when registering in Tacoma. In other 
ways, too, the situation is being made easy for them. 
For example, the city clerk of Tacoma has announced 
a series of "ladies' days" to induce women to register 
early. The first election in 1911 will be March 21. 
when voters will pass upon an anti-treating ordinance. 

The public does not find itself particularly excited 
over the fact that twenty-three indictments have been 
found against unnamed men in connection with the 
recent blow-up of the Los Angeles Times office. Public 
interest will begin to get active when it is definitely 
found out who committed this crime, how they were 
inspired, and to what purpose. And it will take still 
further notice when the criminals are apprehended and 
brought to justice. ■ — 

The wisdom of the arrangement under which Xew 
York financiers are to lend the government of Hon- 
duras 340,000,000 under a plan which amounts to an 
American protectorate over that country is. we think, 
questionable at the point of expediency. In our pos- 
session of Porto Rico, our special relations to Cuba. 
our practical possession of the "canal strip" — not to 
mention our obligations in the Pacific Ocean — we think 
the government of the United States has about as much 
on its hands in the way of outlying territories as it 
can safely manage. 

St. John, Xew Brunswick, has come to be a rival of 
Halifax as a winter port. Its trade is now S25.00O.0OO 
a vear. 


January 14, 1911. 


By Henry C. Shelley. 

As a pupil, disciple, and friend of Huxley, Professor Henry 
Osborn of Columbia should naturally be a clear thinker and 
a hard bitter. He is both. He is an insurgent in education, 
an enemy of cram and over-feeding for students ; and has 
attained to that sane view of education which declares that 
productive thinking is the chief means as well as the chief 
end of the student. And he is also sufficient of a heretic to 
refuse bis support to those who depreciate the American stu- 
dent; the trouble, he holds, lies with the adults and not with 
our youth or schools. How can springs rise higher than their 
sources ? The fact is, Professor Osborn concludes, American 
students are in a contest with their intellectual environment 
outside their college walls : 

Morally, according to Ferrero, politically, according to 
Bryce, and economically, according to Carnegie, you are in the 
midst of a "triumphant democracy." But in the world of 
ideas such as sways Italy, Germany, England, and in the 
highest degree France, you are in the midst of a "triumphant 
mediocrity." Paris is a city where "ideas" are at a premium 
and money values count for little in public estimation. The 
whole world waits breathless upon the production of "Chante- 
cler." That Walhalla of French ambition, "la Gloire," may 
be reached by men of ideas, but not by men of the marts. Is 
it conceivable that the police of New York should assemble 
to fight a mob gathered to break up the opera of a certain 
composer? Is it conceivable that you students should crowd 
into this theatre to prevent a speaker being heard, as those 
of the Sorbonne did some years ago in the case of Brunetiere ? 
If you should, no one in this city would understand you, and 
the police would be called on promptly to interfere. 

A fair measure of the culture of your environment is the 
depth to which your morning paper prostitutes itself for the 
dollar, its shade of yellowness, its frivolity or its unscrupu- 
lousness, or both. I sometimes think it would be better not 
to read the newspapers at all, even when they are conscien- 
tious, because of their lack of a sense of proportion, in the 
news columns 'at least, of the really important things in Ameri- 
can life. Our most serious evening mentor of student man- 
ners and morals gives six columns to a football game and six 
lines to a great intercollegiate debate. Such is the difference 
between precept and example. American laurels are for the 
giant captain of industry ; when his life is threatened or taken 
away acres of beautiful forest are cut down to procure the 
paper pulp necessary to set forth his achievements, while our 
greatest astronomer and mathematician passes away and per- 
haps the pulp of a single tree will suffice for the brief, incon- 
spicuous paragraphs which record his illness and health. 

These are words of sanity and truth, but Professor Osborn 
is unfortunate in one of his illustrations. He has estimated 
the importance of "Chantecler" by its New World adver- 
tising. As a matter of fact, than that which befell that piece 
in its native land no play has had a stranger fate. What 
foreign opinion extolled, French opinion damned. A keen 
observer who was in Paris at the time assures us that not a 
Frenchman in a hundred, critic or shopkeeper, had a good 
word to say for "Chantecler," and the more typically French 
the shopkeeper or critic was, the more he "slated" the piece. 
It was kept going on the bills solely by French people who, 
having read it, wanted to see it to be able to run it down 
with better knowledge, and by foreign visitors of whom one- 
tenth at most could follow it. No play was ever so uni- 
versally condemned in its own country. Perhaps this accounts 
for the fact that nothing has been heard of late of Charles 
Frohman's American production. 

Perhaps Professor Osborn would agree with that man of 
letters who has been complaining that we no longer send 
poets and novelists abroad as consuls. This complainant has 
turned a wistful eye back to the day when men of such gifts 
as Irving, and Hawthorne, and Underwood, and Bret Harte 
adorned the consulships of the United States and combined 
literature and business. But the reason for the change is 
obvious. In those early days the reading population of 
America was small and the rewards of the author corre- 
spondingly meagre. There were no "best sellers" then, and 
Irving, and Hawthorne, and Bret Harte were glad to spend 
a part of each day in a consular office for the sake of the 
dollars represented. They were not consuls for love, but 
lucre. Were they alive and writing today, hardly would the 
salary attached to Whitelaw Reid's post be effectual in wooing 
them from their studies. 

But to make the changed condition a pulpit from which 
to chide the consul of today for the businesslike nature of 
his reports is unjust. It is true those daily reports issued so 
punctually by the bureau of manufactures at Washington are 
businesslike; they are intended to be. But they are a part of 
governmental machinery of which America has reason to be 
proud. It is not surprising that foreign business men regard 
the daily report as the best publication of its type furnished 
by any government, and the irony of it is that the American 
business man seems about the last to take advantage of the 
information it contains. 

So many pitiful tales have been told of the miseries of 
Abdul Hamid in his imprisonment that there is some danger 
of a sentimental reaction taking place in favor of Turkey's 
last Sultan. Already, indeed, there have been sympathetic 
pleas made for the man who can not get control of his own 
money, who is glad to employ his lonely hours in carpentering, 
etc. At this juncture it is useful to be reminded of the real 
nature of the despot and to have some of the pages of his 
life revealed by the aid of unpublished documents. One in- 
cident only need be cited — a precise account of one of his 
most horrible crimes, the murder of a child of six : 

The child was an adorable little girl, pretty, charming, in- 
telligent, the daughter of a slave in the harem. She used to 
run about he numerous rooms in the women's quarters, 
playing, filling the air with her shouts and laughter. She was 
the joy of the women. The Sultan became fond of her, and 
when he wished to forget for awhile the reports of his spies 
and to dri e away sad thoughts, he was in the habit of play- 
ing with i"*e slave's child. He enjoyed himself like a child 

in these moments of forgetfulness. One day, he entered the 
harem sadder and more anxious than ever, placed his revolver 
on a small table, sat down in an arm-chair, and called the 
little one to him. She was fortunate enough to amuse this 
Turk with her laughter and pranks. But in an unhappy 
moment the child went uo to the table, and, perceiving the 
revolver with its shining barrel, took it for some sort of play- 
thing, and, seizing it, ran to the Sultan to ask what it was. 
With one bound Abdul Hamid sprang on the child, exclaiming, 
"You want to kill me ! You are the instrument of my ene- 
mies!" And the monster began to strike and kick the child. 
As he struck, his fury increased. He seized a stick, and set 
upon the poor little thing. When they carried her away, she 
was dead. . 

A pretty turn for humor has unexpectedly been manifested 
by the members of that English divorce commission which 
has been hearing evidence from all kinds of people since Feb- 
ruary in last year. Two short of two hundred and fifty wit- 
nesses have been heard, and the last to give his views to the 
commission was no less a person than Maurice Hewlett, the 
creator of Sanchia and her amorous circle. That Mr. Hewlett 
should have closed the long procession of people with views 
on marriage and divorce will appeal to most persons as a 
masterly stroke of stage management. And their interest 
in the climax will not be diminished by learning that Sanchia's 
creator made his appearance to plead "for the serious and the 
sensitive who regarded marriage as a sacrament" ! No one 
will be surprised that Mr. Hewlett has a proposal of his own. 
and it deserves record for the information of those who wish 
to collate it with the views aired by Sanchia and her various 
followers. Here is the scheme : 

That marriage be voidable by agreement of the parties and 
evidence from one of them that desire and intention are 
absent or otherwise engaged, saving always the interests of 
the children of the marriage, if any. 

That, in the absence of agreement, such dissolution to be 
in the full discretion of the court upon hearing of the parties, 
but that in any event a married woman be protected against 
conjugal rights if she can show that desire and intention can 
not be accorded. 

Is there a conspiracy to rob Paris of its delights? For 
some reason or other it has been decided that the clocks of 
the French capital are henceforth to accord with Greenwich 
time, that is, the time standard of London. This may be a 
concession to the Washington Conference of 1S84, but the 
thought of Paris in any way taking its cue from the more 
sedate metropolis of England is not encouraging for those 
who take pleasure in the things that differ. On the top of 
this announcement comes the effort of Abbe Lemire to get 
the Chamber to accept an anti-dueling bill. That clerical 
politician's measure is to make the duel a breach of the law, 
punishable by imprisonment of from three months to three 
years and a fine of from twenty to two hundred dollars. The 
seconds are to be as liable as the principals, and there is to 
be a heavier fine for newspapers publishing any details of 
such encounters. The effort to prevent publicity is the most 
vital point of the abbe's bill, for nothing stimulates a French- 
man's vanity so much as seeing his name printed in connec- 
tion with a challenge or a meeting. But the attempt to impose 
a fine on such publicity would probably result in a repetition 
of the incident in Buenos Ayres, where a newspaper fired a 
gun whenever it received a particularly striking piece of news. 
The authorities objected to that kind of artillery practice, and 
intimated that a repetition would involve a heavy fine. But 
the gun boomed as usual when the next exciting cable was 
received, and the fine was willingly paid as an extra advertise- 
ment. Apart from such a possibility, it seems cruel to rob the 
Frenchman of his opportunity to wipe out an offense by 
crossing a sword with another man or shooting off a few 
black lead bullets. Besides, there are the spectators to be 
considered, and the entire world outside of France, which 
would be impoverished by the abolition of the Paris duel. 

Equally fatal to the attractions of Paris are the efforts 
which are being made to protect the government monopoly in 
matches. The French match, government-made, is the world's 
most fraudulent article of commerce. Out of the fifty which 
are sold for a cent perhaps half will refuse to strike, while 
the other twenty-five will emit thick sulphur fumes potent 
enough to suffocate a bullock. In this deplorable situation it 
is not surprising that some bright genius called attention to 
the automatic cigar lighter, but by now be probably regrets 
his inspiration. For the automatic lighter has been voted 
an infringement of the government monopoly, and is to be 
treated as a contraband article if found on the arriving tourist 
and taxed for the home-abiding native. There are a few old- 
fashioned smokers who use a burning-glass for lighting the 
altar of my Lady Nicotine and they must evidently be pre- 
pared, when in France, to pay a duty on their light-creator. 
Whether they will be able to get a rate varying with the 
length of daylight and the probable sunshine on a given day 
has yet to be decided. If the burning-glass shares the fate 
of the automatic lighter Bastiat's anticipation of the candle- 
maker's petition to be protected from the unfair competition 
of the moon and stars will have been realized. 

Between 1863 and 1878 trees were planted on 19,500 
acres of the mountain Ventoux, in Provence, France. 
The mountain is stony and the land seemed of no value. 
The forests which have grown are now yielding 
$10,000 a year, and it is figured that in five years the 
yearly yield of timber will be worth half as much more. 
The springs have reappeared in the country, the lands 
at the foot of the mountain have increased in value, 
and the villages have become prosperous. 

Winnipeg has now stepped into the position of the 
world's largest market, at which 88,000,000 bushels of 
wheat were disposed of, the second place falling to 
Minneapolis with a turnover of 7,000,000 bushels less. 
Twenty-five years ago Milwaukee was the premier 
wheat market of the world. 


A Fair Florentine. 
She hath eyes that shame the night, 

Deep and mystic, dark with doom, 
Rich in thought alive with light 

When the passion flowers bloom. 
And her lips are scarlet red, 

Mute, and motionless, and calm. 
Till a score of kisses shed 

Love's elixir on their balm. 
Soft and silky is her breast, 

Tranquil as a virgin rose. 
Now to rock in wild unrest, 

Like an ocean in its throes. 
Bella, Bella, 
Queen where Arno's river flows. 

She hath locks of darkest dark, 

Brow of snow, and lace of fire ; 
Tuneless is the singing lark 

When she strikes her silver lyre ; 
Arno's speech is not as sweet 

As the music of her voice 
When she runs to meet and greet 

The Bernardo of her choice. 
Myrrh and oleander dells 

Bloom with beauties rare to see ; 
Yet within their shadow dwells 

Not a fairer nymph than she ; 
Bella, Bella, 
Heart and Heaven throb for thee. 

Florence hath more stately dames 

Garbed in silk and decked with lace, 
But they lack the living flames 

Sweening o'er her cherub face. 
Plain-robed lassies often are 

Each a more bewitching prize 
Than the blue-veined proudest star 

Gleaming from palatial skies. 
Viva Bacco ! Tap the cask ! 

We will drink this health of thine 
With a bumper from a flask 

Of the ruddy Tuscan wine, 
Bella, Bella, 
Maid of maidens, Florentine ! — Eugene Davis. 

On the Belfry Tower. 


"Look down the road. You see that mound 
Rise on the right, its grassy round 
Broken as by a scar?" 

We stood 
Where every landscape-lover should, 
High on the gray old belfry's lead, 
Scored with rude names, and to the tread 
Waved like a sea. Below us spread 
Cool grave-stones, watched by one great yew. 
To right were ricks; thatched roofs a few; 
Next came the rectory, with its lawn 
And nestling schoolhouse ; next, withdrawn 
Beyond a maze of apple boughs, 
The long, low-latticed Manor-house. 
The wide door showed an antlered hall: 
Then, over roof and chimney-stack, 
You caught the fish-pond at the back, 
The roses and the old red wall. 
Behind, the Dorset ridges go 
With straggling, wind-clipped trees, and so 
The eye came down the slope to follow 
The white road winding in the hollow 
Beside the mound of which he spoke. 

"There," said the rector, "from the town 
The Roundheads rode across the down. 
Sir Miles — 'twas then Sir Miles's day — 
Was posted farther south, and lay 
Watching at Weymouth ; but bis son — 
Rupert by name — an only one, 
The veriest youth, it would appear, 
Scrambling about for jackdaws here, 
Spied them a league off. People say, 
Scorning the tedious turret-way, 
(Or else because the butler's care 
Had turned the key to keep him there), 
He slid down by the rain-pipe. Then, 
Arming the hinds and serving-men 
With half-pike and with harquebuss, 
Snatched from the wainscot's overplus. 
Himself in rusty steel-cap clad, 
With flapping ear-pieces, the lad 
Led them by stealth around the ridge, 
So flanked the others at the bridge. 
They were but six to half a score, 
And yet five Crop-ears, if not more, 
Sleep in that hillock. Sad to tell, 
The boy, by some stray petronel, 
Or friend's or foe's — report is vague — 
Was killed ; and then, for fear of plague, 
Buried within twelve, hours or so. 

"Such is the story. Shall we go ? 
I have his portrait here below : 
Grave, olive-cheeked, a Southern face. 
His mother, who was dead, had been 
Something, I think, about the Queen, 
Long ere the days of that disgrace, 
Saddest our England yet has seen. 
Poor child ! The last of all his race." 

— Austin Dobson. 

The Lady of Beauty. 
She comes like fullest moon on happy night ; 
Taper of waist, with shape of magic might; 
She hath an eye whose glances quell mankind ; 
And Ruby on her cheeks reflects Iris light ; 
Enveils her arms the blackness of her hair; 
Beware of curls that bite with viper bite! 
Her sides are silken soft, the while the heart 
Mere rock behind that surface lurks from sight ; 
From the fringed curtains of her eyes she shoots 
Shafts which at furthest range on mark alight: 
Ah, how her beauty all excels ! ah, how 
That shape transcends the graceful waving bough ! 
— From Sir- Richard Burton's Translation of the ' "Arabian 

wi ^ 

A parchment six yards long and a foot wide, tracing 
in quaint fifteenth-century writing the descent of King 
Henry VI from Adam, has just been placed in the 
Welsh National Library at Aberystwyth. 

January 14, 1911. 




Manhattan Travelers Have Their Trials. 

New York is in the throes of a transit problem. 
She usually is. For some reason, forever unfathomable 
to the philosophic mind on contemplation bent, about 
one million New Yorkers daily develop a desire to 
travel from one part of the metropolis to another and 
then to return to their starting point, very much after the 
fashion of the famous Duke of York, who marched his 
men to the top of a hill and marched them down again. 
The New Yorker has three alternative routes. He 
may travel overhead on the "L." He may enter a sur- 
face car, if he can persuade the lordly driver to stop 
for him, or he may burrow underground and travel by 
the subway. Usually he prefers to do the latter. As 
the song says : 

I love the dear subway. 

Its air is so warm ; 
And if I don't breathe it 
'Twill do me no harm. 

It is the popularity of the subway that has caused 
the present tears. There is some reasonable fear that 
the pressure of human bodies during the rush hours — 
there are twenty-four or more of them — will burst the 
roadway overhead and inconvenience the automobile 
traffic. Obviously something has to be done. 

It is no part of the present letter to discuss the dis- 
pute between Mr. Shonts and Mr. McAdoo, between the 
Interborough and the Triborough. A perusal of the 
newspapers would lead us to suppose that New York is 
divided into two hostile camps, one hoisting the flag of 
private and the other of municipal ownership. The 
only remedy, we are told, for congestion is to build 
more subways. That, of course, is fairly obvious, but 
the vexed question still remains whether these new 
subways are to be built and operated municipally by 
the city, or privately by the Interborough. It is as- 
sumed that the average citizen holds strong views upon 
the question. That is, of course, a pure delusion. The 
average citizen travels upon the subway, and after that 
experience he has no strength to hold strong views about 
anything. In point of fact he does not care a cent one 
way or the other. He only wants to know definitely 
to whom he belongs and the kind of a dog collar he 
must wear. He wants to get to his destination with 
unfractured ribs and with a decent interval between his 
chest and his spine. He has no great hopes even of 
this, seeing that any kind of a new subway will take five 
years to build, and the doctor says that his expectation 
of life is much less than this. Moreover, in five years 
he may be riding in his automobile and looking down 
with lofty condescension upon the subway sausage 
machine and its products. Most good New Yorkers 
anticipate the day when they will own an automobile, 
and that there may be no mistake about it they buy it 
right away and mortgage the happy home for the first 

It is sad to relate that Mayor Gaynor has lost some 
of his friends during the dispute. The worthy mayor 
has never been backward in stating his opinions about 
men and things, especially men, and when he believes 
that he is dealing with fraud and humbug, and this is 
most of his time, he takes no trouble to sugar-coat the 
remedial pill. Theoretically, the mayor was fayorably 
disposed toward municipal ownership of city railroads, 
and he seems to have said so. There are many of us 
who believe that when the kingdom of heaven is finally 
declared upon earth we shall be able to do a good 
many things that we can not afford to do now, but until 
there is some concrete evidence that the lamb can lie 
down in safety with the Tammany tiger we intend to 
keep our pockets buttoned, so that the children of this 
world shall not be needlessly tempted. This is some- 
what how the mayor feels about the new subway. Now 
if he were a diplomat he would have a thousand pretty 
reasons to give for his disinclination to start the city 
on a career of railroad building. But he is not a diplo- 
mat, or rather he favors that peculiar kind of diplomacy 
that perplexes, baffles, and enrages its opponents by 
telling the truth and laying all the cards upon the table 
face upwards. The mayor does not think that the city 
should build the new subways, first because city officials 
are not honest enough to finger so much public money, 
however much they may ache to do so, and secondly 
because the workingman whom we so honor and avoid 
— to quote a California luminary — would often have to 
pay two fares if the railroad system were divided be- 
tween two owners, who would naturally not help each 
other by transfers. 

Then the shrapnel and the grape shot began to burst 
around the mayor's head. City officials not honest 
enough to handle a few hundred millions of dollars! 
Was ever such a thing heard before? The professional 
patriots were aghast, and the politicians raised their 
pure, clean hands in protest : 

Let those blush now who never blushed before. 
And those who always blushed now blush the more. 

It was very much as though some one had brought 
charges of corruption against the twelve apostles, and 
for a few brief, stirring days it was impossible to 
walk the streets without being hit by a protest. Then 
the incident was forgotten and the newspapers tran- 
quilly resumed their interrupted occupation of in'- ti- 
gating the strange behavior of the city chamberlain, 
who draws a princely salary for onerous if unperformed 
duties, who is earnestly and tearfully needed for judicial 
examination before the legislative investigating com- 

mittee, but who finds houseboating in Florida better for 
his health and game-shooting better for his temper. 
And so the world wags. 

Of course the subway needs reforming, and a pole- 
axe would be a good weapon to begin with. One of 
its officials who traveled in it during a momentary men- 
tal aberration describes the crowding as "indecent." 
Other and more expressive words rise readily to the 
mind of the unregenerate, but they can not be written. 
They would shock the average Californian. It is all 
very well to wonder why the people stand it. It is like 
asking why pay rent. You have to. If you didn't 
stand it you would be left behind. Xo train on the 
subway was ever known to be full from the uniformed 
point of view. And it is really remarkable how elastic 
the trains are and how compressible is the human form 
divine. The wayfarer is apt to suppose that a compart- 
ment is wedged solid and that it is hopeless for him to 
attempt to mingle his tears with those inside, but the 
conductor can always help him in with words of en- 
couragement and a number nine boot sole in the small 
of his back. They are lusty fellows, those conductors, 
and they do their best. If you don't get the right 
side of the door before it closes it may shut on your 
coat lapel, and then your position will be a serious one 
and you may get prosecuted for obstructing the traffic 
or something. But once inside there is no trouble 
about holding your breath. The company has arranged 
for that without extra charge. Take it altogether the 
problem is an interesting one and the end is not yet. 
The mayor himself likes to walk to business, but we 
can't all be mayors. Sidney G. P. Coryn. 

New York, January 6, 1911. 

President Roosevelt's imperialistic effort to place the 
newspaper press of the United States under the mas- 
tery of the Washington government has finally reached 
the inglorious end which was to have been expected 
(says the Springfield Republican). At the instance of 
Mr. Roosevelt the Department of Justice under the last 
administration prosecuted the Press Publishing Com- 
pany of New York, or the New York World, on a 
charge of criminal libel in the Panama Canal sale case, 
maintaining that the offense was committed wherever 
the paper circulated and that, as copies containing the 
alleged libelous matter were sent to the New York 
postoffice and to West Point, the offense came under 
Federal jurisdiction. Judge Hough of the lower Fed- 
eral court at New York threw out the case on the 
ground that publication was completed at New York, 
where the World is printed and where it could be 
sued, and that therefore the case was beyond Federal 
jurisdiction. This decision is now substantially affirmed 
by the United States Supreme Court. The case was 
particularly atrocious in its despotic tendencies, not 
only on account of the breadth of the government's 
contention, but because the United States government 
itself, in revival of the principle of the old and in- 
famous sedition laws, was set up as an aggrieved party 
and made the champion of private persons claiming to 
have been libeled. It is a smashing blow that this late 
performance of the Roosevelt administration has now 
received, and the New York World merits the appro- 
bation of all friends of liberty under the law in resisting 
to the utmost this gross attack upon the freedom of the 
press. If Messrs. Robinson and others concerned were 
libeled they can obtain redress in the ordinary way or 
by prosecution in the courts of New York State. 


On Tuesday, January 3, the two new justices of the 
United States Supreme Court took their seats, and for 
the first time in nineteen months the bench was filled. 
After May 3, 1909. Justice Moody, now retired, was 
compelled to lay aside his duties and seek restoration 
of health. He was not successful and finally retired 
from the bench last November. Exactly a year ago. 
on January 3, 1910, Justice Lurton took the oath of 
office as an associate justice. He was the first ap- 
pointee to that bench by President Taft. He succeeded 
Justice Peckham, who had died. Then Justice Brewer 
and Chief Justice Fuller died and Justice Moody re- 
tired. Justice Hughes was appointed to succeed Justice 
Brewer, Associate Justice White was promoted to suc- 
ceed Chief Justice Fuller, and now Justice Van De- 
vanter takes the place of Justice Moody and Justice 
Lamar succeeds to the vacancy created by the promo- 
tion of Justice White. All these changes in the per- 
sonnel on the bench have taken place within a single 
year, with the exception of the death of Justice Peck- 
ham. Only Washington has equaled this record. When 
the court was commissioned, five judges bearing his 
commissions went on the bench within the first vear. 
Jackson, Lincoln, and Grant each are accredited with 
naming five members of the court, but their appoint- 
ments spread over their entire terms. 

As for the peril of foreign invasion, the Nashville 
(Illinois) Banner digs out of an old speech by Lincoln 
an opinion that ought to impress the general staff. "All 
the armies of Europe, Asia, and Africa combined," said 
he to an Illinois audience, "with all the treasure of 
the earth (our own excepted) in their military chest, 
with a Bonaparte for a commander, could not by force 
take a drink from the Ohio or make a track on I ho 
Blue Ridge in a trial of a thousand years." 

"College athletics arc one of the most ridiculous and 
ludicrous ingredients of modern education," says Dr. 
John M. Tyler of Amherst College. 

Miss Graynella Packer is the first woman wireless- 
telegraph operator. Miss Packer is in the service on a 
Xcw York steamship sailing to Florida. 

Brigadier-General Walter Howe, L". S. A., was re- 
tired December 31, after forty-seven years of service. 
General Howe was commanding officer of the Depart- 
ment of the Dakotas with headquarters at St. Paul. 

Charles F. Johnson of Waterville, Maine, a prominent 
lawyer and Democratic candidate for governor in 1892 
and 1894, succeeds Eugene Hale as senator from the 
Pine Tree State. It is the first time Maine has been 
represented in the United States Senate by a Democrat 
since 1847. 

Augustine Birrell, British chief secretary for Ireland, 
was recently robbed of his pocketbook, containing 
money and valuable papers, while crossing from Dover 
to Calais on his way to Switzerland. Among the pub- 
lished works of Mr. Birrell is one on "The Duties and 
Liabilities of Trustees." 

Miss Lucy Jones, a university woman and one of the 
leaders of Uniontown (Pennsylvania) society, has been 
appointed a deputy sheriff by her father at her own 
request. She expects to do her part in looking after 
the outlaws of the Fayette County fastnesses, although 
her particular duty will be in Uniontown. 

Thomas Jefferson See, the astronomer in charge of 
the United States Navy Observatory at Mare Island, 
is of the opinion that the planet Venus is inhabited. 
and in all probability by intelligent beings. He bases 
his theory on the belief that the conditions of the 
planet are more like those of the earth than are those 
of any other planet. 

Francis M. Cockrell of Missouri, who retires from 
the Interstate Commerce Commission by failure of re- 
appointment, is seventy-six years old, which evidently 
explains why he has not been reappointed. He has 
held public office at Washington thirty-five years — 
thirty years as United States senator and five years as 
an interstate commerce commissioner. 

Princess Victoria Louise of Germany bids fair to be 
quite independent of the Kaiser's rules. Even at her 
early age she is said to take issue with her imperial 
father's edict that the three K's, "kirche. kinder, kuche," 
should be the limitations of woman's activities, and she 
has taken the liberty of protesting against the Kaiser's 
anti-woman suffrage utterances. Recently the young 
princess visited a club of working girls and expressed 
herself as anxious to aid them. 

Sefiora Diaz, second wife of the President of Mexico, 
married him when he was fifty-two. She was the 
daughter of one of Mexico's noted statesmen, Manuel 
Romero Rubia. She is described as talented and 
cultured, speaking several languages, a social queen, 
and called beautiful. She has presided over the presi- 
dent's home with great success, and has commanded 
the highest regard of the proud and exclusive circle 
which wields so much influence at the Mexican capital. 

M. Ferdinand Dugue, the French dramatist, and the 
oldest of his guild, has just celebrated the sixty-ninth 
anniversary of his marriage, which took place in 1840. 
The lady was Mile. Henrietta Josephine Beguin, the 
daughter of a captain in the French navy. She is now 
ninety-two years of age and her husband is three years 
her senior. M. Dugue has written much, but perhaps 
his best-known piece among English playgoers of the 
last century is "Cartouche," of whom Thackeray in 
his Sketch Books gives an entertaining account. 

Dr. James Kennedy Patterson, president of the State 
Ujniversity of Kentucky, and the oldest college presi- 
dent in Ameriiff, retired from his position with the 
close of the year 1910. Dr. Patterson is one of the 
best-known educators in the United States, and had 
been president of the State University since 1869. He. 
with Justin Morrill, of Vermont, successfully carried 
through Congress the Morrill act of 1890, giving 
$25,000 a year to each State in the Union for the fur- 
ther endowment of State universities or colleges estab- 
lished under the land grants of 1862. Dr. Patterson 
was born in 1833, in Glasgow, Scotland, the son of 
Andrew Patterson, of Dumbartonshire, and came with 
his father's family to America in 1842. settling in 

Sir Ernest Cassel, the London financier ami philan- 
thropist, has announced his retirement from business. 
Sir Ernest was born in Cologne in 1852. the son of a 
banker in that city, where he was educated. He went 
to England forty years ago as a clerk in a business 
house, and gradually built up a gigantic business. His 
operations were on a large scale. Among other things, 
he financed the construction of the great Nile dam to 
the extent of $25,000,000. straightened out the finances 
of Argentina, raised China's great loan after her de- 
feat by Japan, and made the Central London Tube 
Railway possible. There is hardly a nation in the 
world on whose finances he has not left his mark. Sir 
Ernest was a personal friend of King Edward. He 
gave $1,000,01)0 for a consumption sanatorium, bought 
a gramme of radium for $75,000 and presented it to 
the Cancer Research Institute, and in memory of Kin;; 
Edward endowed an Anglo-German institute with 
$1,000,000 to facilitate employment for and render help 
to English workers in Germany and German workers in 


January 14, 1911. 


How the Captain Evaded an Explosion. 

The holidays and their accompanying gifts always 
remind me of' an episode of the siege, which, I can say 
without boasting, reflected great credit upon me. 

The reader must not be alarmed. I am not going 
to drag him to the fortifications nor to the outposts of 
the city, but merely to the house of my old friend 
Dutailly, a wealthy manufacturer of chemical products, 
the husband of an excellent woman, the father of a 
charming daughter, a good patriot, although a trifle 
weak in political judgment — in short, the best fellow in 
the world. 

Surprised by the besieging of Paris just as he was 
about to pack up and leave the city, he had consoled 
himself with the thought that the city would not hold 
out more than a week. Less hopeful, lime. Dutailly 
had at the very first stocked the house with provisions, 
laying in such a supply that if the siege had lasted a 
month longer the family would have been in no danger 
of starvation. She had completed her task by dividing 
her little garden into a cow pasture, a poultry yard, 
and a pig pen ; three months later, her pigs were liter- 
ally worth their weight in gold. By the end of October 
all her friends blessed her for her foresight. I among 
the others, as a cover was laid for me at her table on 
Thursdays and Saturdays. On these days I found 
compensations for the deprivations of the rest of the 

I was not the only accredited guest at this hospitable 
table. Another, young Anatole Brichaut, head clerk in 
the factory, had his plate laid beside mine. This worthy 
fellow, who was timid and rather melancholy, was 
smitten with the charms of Mile. Gertrude, and the 
young lady was not averse to his attentions. Without 
anything having been said on the subject, the suit of 
Brichaut was viewed so favorably by the Dutaillys that 
the union of the two young people seemed to be a 
matter tacitly agreed upon. 

Unfortunately, the war postponed the end of this 
happy courtship. Brichaut was a corporal in the 
militia of the Seine, and was quartered at Saint-Denis. 
He did his duty as a soldier conscientiously, as he did 
everything, but without enthusiasm. He inwardly 
cursed the never-ending siege that retarded his happi- 
ness, criticizing its management mildly, as was his cus- 
tom, but not without bitterness. These criticisms never 
failed to arouse Dutailly, who was a fanatic on the 
subject of General Trochu. 

Besides this, there was another source of disagree- 
ment between them. The Temps published a series of 
articles in which the writer carried on the military 
operations of the province to suit his delirious fancy. 
Dutailly took these fantasies seriously. He stuck up 
little flags on the map at the points designated by the 
strategist of the Temps, anxiously followed the marches 
and countermarches, predicting speedy and decisive vic- 
tories. The incredulous Brichaut often risked timid 
objections which made Dutailly furious. Fortunately, 
I was there to interfere and bring about peace after 
these disputes; but, in the depths of his heart, the pro- 
prietor could not console himself for the battles his 
clerk prevented him from winning. 

The advent of a new personage tended to further 
complicate the situation. Arriving late one evening, 
I was surprised at finding my place on the right of Mme. 
Dutailly occupied by a stranger, a man with a florid 
complexion, broad shoulders, and a noisy, boastful man- 
ner. He wore a fantastic uniform and enormous boots, 
the garb harmonizing well with his personality. 

"This is Monsieur Robillard," said Dutailly, intro- 
ducing him; "captain of the Enfants Pcrdus dc Cour- 

Before the end of the soup my mind was made up 
concerning this Robillard. His exploits probably con- 
sisted in relieving deserted houses of furniture that 
might tempt the cupidity of the enemy and putting it in 
a safe place, unknown to the rightful owners. I won- 
dered why this heavy-jawed mandarin had been invited 
to dinner. Mme. Dutailly soon explained, not without 
emotion. At dusk she had had quite a dangerous fall 
on the Boulevard Poissonier, which was slippery with 
frost. Robillard, who happened to be passing, carried 
her to the nearest drug store and afterwards escorted 
her home. Through gratitude, she could not do less 
than invite him to remain to dinner. This explanation 
reassured me and I hoped to be soon rid of this pre- 
tentious hero. 

The man was no fool. He represented himself as 
being interested in an extensive coal business that 
obliged him to travel all over Europe. War, he said, 
had brought him back to Paris, whose safety claimed 
his presence. As for his deeds of valor in the suburbs 
at the head of the Enfants Perdus, they surpassed all 
belief. Mme. Dutailly listened to his enormities with 
complaisance. Dutailly had difficulty in resisting his 
desire to believe them. Gertrude was entirely indif- 
ferent. As for Brichaut. looking smaller than ever in 
his over large coat, afflicted besides with a cold in his 
head, he seemed to be completely crushed by the 
proximity of this burly fellow, who made no attempt to 
conceal his scorn for the meek little clerk. 

I invented a pretext for leaving immediately after 
the coffee, being weary of the boasting of this Gaston, 
to whom 1 thought I was bidding adieu forever. In 
this I Mas deceived, however. The following Saturday 
fc-;:nd hir in the same place; Thursday also, and, 

finally, his plate was laid at all our meals. The Du- 
tailly household was fascinated. The captain won 
Mme. Dutailly by his good humor and that almost 
tender courtesy to which no woman of her age is in- 
sensible. He conquered M. Dutailly by the interest 
he seemed to take in the military operations of the 
Temps. The poor clerk, whose cold grew steadily 
worse, visibly lost ground at every repast. 

His discredit was especially noticeable after the 
Bourget affair, in which the poor fellow bravely did 
his duty and came back wounded in the arm. He 
related the details of the engagement — the death of 
Baroche. killed beside him, the retreat, and the melan- 
choly end of this heroic struggle — with such lamentable 
discouragement that, but for fear of offending his 
hosts, the captain would have taunted him with being 
a deserter and a coward. As it was, he insinuated as 
much, and with noble indignation he showed that, if 
the Enfants Pcrdus had been there, the affair would 
have taken a different turn. Then, warming up with 
his subject, he roused Dutailly to a high pitch of 
enthusiasm by outlining a plan of escape through the 
besieging lines. Meanwhile poor, humiliated Anatole 
was suffering from his still bleeding wound, unheeded 
by any save Gertrude and myself. 

The next day a fever compelled him to keep his bed, 
and he was absent from our repasts for several weeks. 
The captain now boldly established his pretensions to 
Gertrude's hand, and the attitude of her parents was 
not discouraging. On the day that Anatole rejoined 
us, thinner and more insignificant than ever, it seemed 
to me that the girl's eyes were red from weeping, and 
I fancied there had been a skirmish between her and 
her mother, who was more infatuated than ever with 
her Robillard. I decided that it was time to inter- 
fere in the interests of the poor children. 

It was the last Saturday of the year and we naturally 
spoke of Xew Year's, which we were to celebrate to- 

"By the way, dear Mme. Dutailly." said the captain. 
"I must prepare a surprise for your Xew Year's gift." 

This remark inspired me with the idea of preparing 
one, too. 

On Xew Year's Day, Dutailly received us with open 
arms. He was in high spirits, for the strategist of the 
Temps had just defeated Prince Charles in the neigh- 
borhood of Evreux, after having decoyed him there 
by a sham retreat. 

For his gift Anatole brought a rabbit, snared on the 
devastated Isle Saint Denis. The captain presented 
Mme. Dutailly w-ith a German helmet full of sugared 

"Madame," he said, smiling engagingly, "it only 
depended upon myself to be able to offer you the wearer 
of this helmet." 

"What !" exclaimed the credulous lady. "Did you 
kill him?" 

"I did," replied the captain, "in order to offer you 
this bonbon box, which, if I do say it. is not within the 
reach of every one." 

I will spare the reader the narration of the event, 
no detail of which was omitted. Hidden in -a cask, 
he had waylaid the wearer of the helmet, an isolated 
sentinel, and in a hand-to-hand struggle had choked 
him to death, not wishing to attract attention by the 
use of a revolver. Oh, how mean Anatole's poor little 
rabbit, strangled too, looked beside this glorious 
trophy ! 

"As for myself," I remarked carelessly, "I would not 
attempt to rival the gallant captain, but I have my 
little surprise. It has not arrived yet, and if you are 
willing we will dine without waiting for it." 

We then took our places at the table, and the dinner 
was a gay one. A porker had been bled for the occa- 
sion, and the black pudding was a great success. We 
were at the coffee when a servant informed us that an 
artilleryman had just carried my gift into the salon. 
We went into the room and found the object lying on 
the table, wrapped in a glazed paper and tied with a 
blue ribbon. 

"What is it?" asked Mme. Dutailly curiously. 

"Don't examine it too closelv. madame; it is a shell." 

"A shell?" 

"Yes ; your husband has several times expressed a 
wish to have a shell, a real one, so at my request, a 
friend of mine sent me this one, which was picked up 
on the field of Avron, where it failed to explode in 

While speaking I cautiously untied the ribbon and 
tore off the wrapping, exposing the shell, black and 

"How fine !" exclaimed Dutailly. "I'll have a clock 
for my office made out of it." 

"But perhaps it is still loaded," objected Mme. Du- 
tailly, his wife. 

"You may rest easy on that score," I replied. "It 
was agreed with my friend that it should be sent empty. 
Here is his letter." 

I hereupon opened a letter which had been pasted 
on the side of the object and was about to read it 
aloud : but at the first line my face must have expressed 
surprise, then anxiety, for all exclaimed : "What's the 

"Listen." I then read: 

Deak Friend : Here is the shell you asked for. It has 
been impossible for me to find an artilleryman who could un- 
load it. Have it carried to the gunsmith's. Passage de l'Opera. 
and he will do the work for you. Use the greatest precaution, 
however ; avoid the slightest shock of friction, as the weight 
of even a sheet of paper might cause it to explode 

"Take it away!'" shrieked Mme. Dutailly. "It is 
frightful! Such a thing in my house!" 

"Why, of course," I said, stretching out my hands. 

"Don't you touch it," said Dutailly. 

"I will have the man who brought it carry it off," 
I replied. 

"But he has gone," said the servant, trembling on 
the threshold. 

Fresh exclamations. 

"Then I will have to take it away myself," I in- 

"I forbjd you to touch the thing," said Dutailly em- 
phatically. "You aren't strong enough to carry it so 
far. You would drop it on the way. This is a task 
for a soldier, a robust fighting man. Fortunately, the 
captain is here." 

"I " stammered the captain. 

"Yes; you are as strong as a Turk and are used to 
these things. You can play with shells as a schoolboy 
does with bats and balls." 

"Pardon me," objected the captain, growing a shade 
whiter, "but a loaded shell — why couldn't you wait until 
morning to have it taken away?" 

"Till morning!" exclaimed Mine. Dutailly. "I 
shouldn't close an eye the whole night. I shall cer- 
tainly go to a hotel to sleep if the terrible thing stays 

"Don't worry, madame," said Anatole. "I'll take it 

Dutailly stopped him. 

"You must be crazy, my dear boy ! Just oft" from 
a sick bed and with your lame arm. Do you want to 
blow the house up?" 

"This is no object for a sick man to handle," I added. 

"I have no confidence in any one excepting the cap- 
tain," repeated Dutailly. "Come, Robillard, carry the 
engine away and rescue us from this nightmare!" 

It was a crucial moment for the captain, but he was 
not a man to be easily disconcerted. 

"Of course," he said, "the task does rightfully belong 
to me. But, as I was going to say a moment ago, 
when you interrupted me, it would be too dangerous 
for one to carry such an object on foot. The side- 
walks are slippery ; a false step and it might kill ten 
persons in the street. The only safe way is to get a 

"But they are all in use as ambulances." 

"I know that," replied the captain calmly. "But 
General Schmitz, who brought me here, is dining at 
Brebant's. and his carriage is waiting for him at the 
door of the restaurant. I will go and ask him to lend 
it to me. He is a friend of mine and will not refuse 
me. I will go at once. I'll be back in ten minutes, 
fifteen at the most." 

"Do hurry !" cried Mme. Dutailly. "I shall not 
dare breathe while you are away." 

"I will be back in a short time," said the captain, 
taking his kepi and cloak. He left the room and hur- 
ried down the stairs. Without appearing to do so, I 
looked out on the moonlit street. Ten minutes passed 
by, then fifteen — no captain. 

"It would have been so much easier for me to carry 
it away," ventured Anatole. 

"Hush!" replied Dutailly. somewhat surprised at the 
boy's courage. "It is better for the captain to do it." 

"Provided he does not make us wait too long," said 
Mme. Dutailly. 

"As for making you wait, madame," I said gleefully, 
"you may be sure that he will do that. He will never 
come back." 

"What do you mean?" asked the lady in astonish- 

"Just this. He should have crossed the street to the 
right to go to Brebant's; he went instead to the left, 
and at a lively pace, too. This shows, friend Dutailly, 
that your captain is an impostor and that I am most 
happy at having been able to demolish his pretensions 
by means of this engine." 

Taking a book. I gave the shell a violent blow. It 
burst into a thousand pieces — of chocolate — and sent 
a volley of sweetmeats over the floor. Shouts of 
laughter greeted the explosion and, I may add, this 
denouement, as Gertrude and Anatole were married 
three months later. The captain w-as never heard of 
again. — Translated from the French of Victorien Sar- 
dou for the Argonaut, by H. Tuitchcll. 

L T ntil a few years ago not a rat w r as seen in Cocos. 
But a ship was wrecked off the islands and the rats 
swam ashore. They increased at such a rate that they 
became a nuisance and caused a tremendous loss by 
spoiling the buds of the cocoanut. which are extremely 
tender, and are spoiled immediately anything touches 
them. The King of the Cocos Islands, therefore, en- 
deavored to exterminate the rodente. and at last he 
imported cats. But the cats did not do their work at 
all. The trouble of catching the rats was apparently 
too much for them, and finding a delicious shellfish on 
the shores which they liked much better, they within 
a short time became large and wild, and. in fact, a tre- 
mendous nuisance, so much so that now the islanders 
have not only the trouble of rats, but also of cats. 

King George's new sceptre will contain one of the 
famous Cullinan diamonds, the other having been set in 
the imperial crown, so that the two together form the 
most valuable regalia ever worn by a European 

January 14, 1911. 




Anecdotes and Incidents of the Actress's Career. 

It is becoming the fashion with stage favorites to 
set down their reminiscences at great length. And it is 
surprising how well so many of them can write. Ellen 
Terry has proved herself an artist with the pen, and 
the autobiography of another famous actress, the 
"Memories and Impressions of Helena Modjeska," is 
destined to take high rank in the annals of the theatre. 
There is no straining after effect; the narrative is 
simple and direct, and richly relieved with incident. 

Born in 1840 at Cracow, the life of the future act- 
ress, save for the bombardment of her native city when 
she was eight years old, passed in an uneventful manner 
until the day when she saw her first play, "The Daugh- 
ter of the Regiment," an event which excited her so 
much that her mother put a taboo on the theatre for 
the future. But permission was granted for private 
theatricals at home, and in those diversions Modjeska 
gained her first training for the footlights. When she 
was in her twenty-first year an accident at the salt 
mines led to the organization of a benefit entertain- 
ment, in which Modjeska took the part of a boy: 

The chief event of the evening consisted in the visit of a 
stranger who came behind the scenes after the performance. 
He was very pleasant, and rather amused at my "childish 
appearance," as he called it. He asked me, nevertheless, how 
long I had been on the stage, which I considered a flattering 

"I never was on the stage," I answered, "and I am not an 
actress. We only act for our pleasure, and we are only 
amateurs, except Mr. Loboiko." It was Mr. Chencinksi, a 
well-known actor on the Warsaw stage, a stage manager as 
well as a humorous dramatic author. He said something 
complimentary which I do not remember, and then concluded, 
taking leave of me : 

"I hope to see you in Warsaw soon." These words en- 
graved themselves in my memory, and turned my head com- 
pletely. I knew now that I had talent. I knew I had to 
become an actress or to die ! And I wanted to be, not a 
German, but a Polish actress ; and go one day to Warsaw to 
play at the Imperial Theatre before a brilliant audience, poets, 
artists, learned men and refined women, and with great actors 
and actresses. 

From that day Modjeska dates her stage career. But 
her path was not one of roses. As is so often the 
case, it was from fellow-players of her own sex that 
she suffered most in her early days. One, however, 
acted the role of friend and urged her not to think of 
her enemies, but to keep calm and think of her part. 
An incident of this period shows how fortunate Mod- 
jeska was to have the encouraging friend: 

The play that night was "Balladyna," by Slowacki — entirely 
new to me ; for, though I had read and memorized many of 
his poems, I was not well acquainted with his plays. My part 
was that of an imp, a sort of "Puck." Mme. Ashberger gave 
me a design for the costume, and I executed it to the best 
of my ability. The tunic was composed of strips of shaded 
brown gauze folded thickly over yellow silk, which was in- 
tended to produce the effect of a beetle. My dress was 
short in contrast to the conventional long skirts actresses then 
wore on the stage even in boy's parts. I wore brown and 
gold wings and fleshings ! Horrors ! Each of the goddesses 
passing before me said aloud: 

"Shame ! Outrageous ! She is naked !" And Mme. Ash- 
berger only laughed, and said to me: 

"Never mind, never mind. You are all right !" But in 
spite of her kind, encouraging words, I experienced one of 
those terrific fits of stage fright which makes the voice sound 
hollow and paralyzes the gestures. The dreadful remarks of 
the trio resounded in my ears, they burned, they scorched, 
until I became conscious of my scanty dress, which, when I 
tried it on first, seemed to me rather pretty and characteristic. 
I crossed my arms over my chest, and did not unfold them 
until the end of the scene. I was awkward and felt the 
ground slipping from under my feet, and only after I had 
delivered one of the speeches I had particularly studied, and 
received recognition from the public, did I begin to be my 
own self again. 

While still on the threshold of her career Modjeska 
joined a stock company which specialized in French 
melodrama. The following incident belongs to those 

We had in our company a young, very talented actor, who 
was an ardent follower of the French melodrama. He had 
tendencies for writing, and in one of his happy, or unhappy, 
moods he wrote a play based on the French novel, "Le Bossu" 
(The Hunchback). The hero's object in the play was to 
appear as a hunchback in the first three acts, by way of dis- 
guising his real personality; then, at the supreme moment, 
to straighten himself up to the full height of six feet, in 
order to confound the villains and destroy their wicked plots. 

This young actor thought that the mere stopping and bend- 
ing of his body was not sufficient to represent the appearance 
of a man with a hump on his back, and in order to give his 
figure a realistic touch (every one had to be realistic at that 
time) he contrived a peculiar scheme : he bought a bladder 
which he filled with air, and placed it on his right shoulder 
under the coat. Previous to the performance he made the 
stage carpenter place a strong wooden board braced by iron 
clasps behind the painted pillar, so that he could lean against 
it. He imagined that by pressing the right shoulder against 
the pillar the air would escape from the bladder, and by this 
action he would complete a marvelous change from a hunch- 
back to the straight, tall, handsome fellow he was normally. 

He forgot, however, one of the eternal laws of the stage : 
"Before you let the audience see you, you must see yourself,"' 
which means the rehearsing of every point of the part. When 
the culminating point of the play arrived, and the villain 
was about to obtain the victory, our hero pressed his shoul- 
der against the prepared pillar, but instead of flattening the 
hump he bounced back with a jerk which made him sway 
from one side to the other. Determined to execute his pur- 
pose, he again braced himself with all his strength against the 
supporting board, but with no result. 

I played that night the unhappy girl who wore a wedding 
gown, being about to marry a hated man. I noticed our hero's 
struggle with the pillar, not understanding, however, the ob- 
ject of his exertions, when suddenly I saw him taking out 
of his pocket a penknife, which he quickly opened. The au- 
dience could not see this action, because he was shielded by 
the mob of supers, and only his head and shoulders were 
visible. I became most interested in his movements. I knew 
he was in terrible trouble about something, but could not for 

the world understand what it was all about, when he turned 
toward me with the expression of a hunted animal, and hand- 
ing me the knife, whispered desperately : 

"Please cut my bladder !" 

"What?" I exclaimed in surprise. 

"Cut the bladder on my shoulder," he added, impatiently, 
yet still in a whisper. Then the whole situation dawned on 
me, and with the willingness common among actors of helping 
the fellow-artist out of his trouble, I approached him. took the 
knife, and concealing my action as much as I could, I plunged 
the small weapon even to the hilt. But oh ! what happened 
next was simply dreadful! When I drew out the knife, the 
air escaped from the artificial hump with a gentle and pro- 
longed whistle ! 

Not in Poland any more than anywhere else were 
the transport people above making mistakes. Arriving 
in a small town where the play was to be "The Devil's 
Mill," it was discovered that the trunks with the cos- 
tumes of the minor devils were missing. But Mod- 
jeska's brother undertook to find a solution for the 

When I came at the appointed hour, I found my brother 
sitting on a high office stool in the centre of the stage. At 
his feet were lying in a tangle yards of red cotton stuff, and 
he was telling two sewing women how to cut and stitch the 
cloth. I understood that they were making trunks. 

"What about the tights?" I asked. He smiled, and waving 
his hand towards a huge can of black paint, he said, "There 
are the tights, my dear," and then laughed right out. 

"You don't mean to paint those poor boys all over?" 

"Just what I mean to do, my little sister," and he laughed 

He followed the property man, who carried the can of paint 
and a brush in one hand and a bundle of red trunks in the 

We had not long to wait ; in a few minutes my brother 
opened the door just enough to put his head out, and calling 
to me : "Attention ! Number one is ready I" he pushed on 
the stage a most frightened boy, painted black all over, with 
horns on his head, and white circles around the eyes, which 
made them look like goggles. He had a tail made of a 
rope, and a tongue of red cloth hanging out of his opened 
mouth. The red, very scanty, trunks were the only protec- 
tion to outraged modesty. The effect indeed was monstrous. 

I forget the plot of that awful play, but I remember the 
scene where a man is brought in and sentenced by Lucifer. 
With a fearful yell the demons fall upon the man to beat 
him with uncanny looking weapons, broomsticks, racks, iron 
bars, etc. The man tries to escape, and hides behind the 
throne, but the infuriated servants of Hades run after him 
and strike so hard that he catches one of the devils and 
throws him over his shoulders, as a shield against the blows. 
The '"supers," all young boys, appreciated the fun, and 
struck yet harder than before at the exposed part of the 
devil's body, until the poor imp screamed with pain, and 
finally exclaimed : "Oh, Lord, Saint Marie, Saint Joseph, 
stop ! For God's sake, don't beat so hard !" 

Modjeska did not greatly enjoy that type of play, but 
she was still four years short of thirty when a season 
at Posen gave her her first opportunity to attempt 
Shakespeare. When she was given the part of Juliet 
she was in ecstasy; up to then she had never even read 
the play: 

How I played Juliet then, I can not tell now. I mean I 
can not give the details. When I played it in English I 
changed some of the scenes, but not the conception of the part. 
Of that first performance I have only a vague recollection, 
yet I remember two things distinctly: the way in which Lad- 
nowski and I treated the balcony scene and the effect pro- 
duced on the audience. 

As I said before, Ladnowski and myself studied the bal- 
cony scene in the open, and we tried to tune our voices to 
the surroundings. The scene was spoken in hushed voices 
all through ; every sentence came out with spontaneity, pas- 
sion, and simplicity. Those two lovers hung on each other's 
words with almost childish intensity. Juliet's words at times 
came out broken with quick sighs, indicating the heightened 
pulse, and accompanied by furtive glances around the place, 
expressive of fear lest some dreaded kinsman should appear 
suddenly. The scene was a crescendo, from the softness of 
the speech to the hurried words they exchanged towards the 

Romeo — So thrive my soul. 

Juliet (breaking in hurriedly) — A thousand times good-night; 

then from the return of the lovers until the end the words 
growing softer and more dreamy. 

As for so-called stage business, there was almost none. 
One single rose taken from Juliet's hair, kissed and thrown to 
Romeo with the words, "I would kill you with much cherish- 
ing." That was all. What we looked after was the intensity 
of the situation, to which we tried to fit our mood and our 
voices, which remained hushed and yet audible even to the 
last seat in the gallery. 

It was not until the winter of 1S75 that Modjeska 
had any thought of testing fortune on the American 
stage. Here is her vivid account of the late evening 
talk in which the idea was first mooted. The party 
consisted of Sarnecki, Victor Baranski, and several 
others : 

They were all so congenial on that memorable evening, and 
so jolly, that even I woke up from my torpid state of mind and 
took part in the conversation. Some one brought news of 
the coming Centennial Exposition in America. Sienkiewicz, 
with his vivid imagination, described the unknown country in 
the most attractive terms. Maps were brought out and Cali- 
fornia discussed. It was worth while to hear the young men's 
various opinions about the Golden West : 

"You can not die of hunger there, that is quite sure !" said 
one. "Rabbits, hares, and partridges are unguarded ! You 
have only to go out and shoot them !" 

"Yes," said another, "and fruits, too, are plenty ! Black- 
berries and the fruit of the cactus grow wild, and they say 
the latter is simply delicious !" 

"I have heard," said another, "that the fruit of California is 
at least three times larger than in any other country !" 

"Yes, everything is extraordinary !" sounded the reply. 
"Fancy, coffee grows wild there ! All you have to do is to 
pick it ; also pepper and the castor-oil bean, and ever so 
many useful plants! One could make an industry of it I" 

"Besides gold!" said a wise voice. "Gold! They say you 
can dig it out almost anywhere !" 

"There are also rattlesnakes," added Baranski, in a cynical 
tone of voice. 

"Yes! But who cares! You can kill them with a stick!" 

"Oh, how brave you are — sitting in this cozy room !" said 
our skeptical friend. 

"Rattlesnakes are bad, of course, but think of a grizzly 
bear and a puma, the California jaguar!" 

"What a glorious hunt one could have !" exclaimed Sien- 
kiewicz. and then added, "I should like to go and see that 
country of sunshine and primitive nature." 

Every one had to say something about the promised land, 
and Witkiewicz took a pencil and drew fantastic pictures of 
my nieces sitting on two huge mushrooms, while an enormous 
rattlesnake was nestling at their feet. The cherries that hung 
on branches over their heads were as large as apples. Dr. 
Karwowski entered just when we were most interested in 
Sienkiewicz's description of an imaginary storm on the ocean, 
and said to me jokingly : 

"You need a change of air, madame. Why not make a trip 
to America?" 

"That is a good idea," my husband answered. "Why not," 
and he looked at me. 

I repeated, smiling. "Why not?" 

Chmielowski laughed and exclaimed: "Let us all go. We 
will kill pumas, build huts, make our own garments out of 
skins, and live as our forefathers lived !" 

"Just so !" added Baranski. "And Pani Helena will cook 
and wash dishes, and instead of violets and heliotrope, her 
perfume will be the flavor of dishwater. How enticing!" We 
all laughed, and the subject was dismissed as an impossi- 

As one result of her success in America, Modjeska 
paid several visits to Europe, and it was while she was 
playing in London that Sarah Bernhardt came to one 
of her performances: . 

After the play she came to my dressing-room, and said she 
cried during the last act. This was most flattering. We 
spoke of the play. She remarked, with her usual grace, that 
I made the third act interesting and dramatic. She never 
before liked that act, she said; it seemed to her tame. She 
also liked my letter-writing scene. Her talk was vivacious 
and interesting. She seemed to be filled with art to her 

Among the French celebrities who visited London was Gus- 
tave Dore, a famous artist, yet simple and warm-hearted, 
loving bis home and speaking about his mother with adora- 
tion. "She comes first," he said, "and then my art." She 
was ill at that time, and he shortened his London visit to 
hasten to her bedside. 

Bastien Lepage also came to see me after the performance. 
I was quite fascinated by his cspicgle mood. He touched all 
the subjects on my dressing-table, making amusing remarks. 
then suddenly stopped and looked straight in my face with 
his sharp, observing eyes, and smiled critically, I thought. I 
asked him if it was my make-up, or rather the absence of it 
that amused him. He immediately took a blue and a brown 
pencil from the table and put a few lines around my eyes, 
nostrils, and cheeks. 

The change was wonderful. "Now you are ready for the 
coffin," and he laughed. "But never mind ; your acting was 
quite convincing without that," he added seriously. 

Ellen Terry, who had returned from her provincial tour, 
and played with Henry Irving in some short play, came to 
see the last act of "Marie Stuart," and called at my dressing- 
room after the performance. She was accompanied by 
Charles Coghlan, who was then without an engagement. 

It seems that, hearing about a foreign actress playing 
"Marie Stuart," she took me for Mme. Janauschek, who had 
played that part once or twice in London, and came with a 
preconceived idea that I was a stout woman. Her first move- 
ment when she entered my room and was introduced by Cogh- 
lan, was to feel my arm, and say. "I was told that you were 
stout ; but I see you are not," and then she stepped back and 
looked at me again: "But perhaps you are; I can not see 
your form under this voluminous garment." 

Whoever has met Ellen Terry knows that she is irresistible, 
and I liked her from the start. We had quite a long chat, 
and parted friends. 

During my London engagement I saw her in several parts, 
but I admired her most in "Much Ado About Nothing" and in 
the last act of "Merchant of Venice." 

Her stage appearance was strikingly beautiful. The ease, 
the abundance of gestures, even the nervous restlessness which 
never leaves her, fitted the part, and her spirit, the sparkling 
repartees, the mischievous though good-natured fun, were 
captivating. I never saw a better performance ; her Beatrice 
was perfectly fascinating. 

In addition to meeting the famous members of her 
own profession in London, Modjeska was present at a 
special gathering in honor of the late King Edward, 
then Prince of Wales : 

I was seated next to the prince, and had vis-a-vis the most 
beautiful Mrs. Lily Langtry. This gave me an opportunity to 
admire her perfect neck and shoulders. I had met Mrs. 
Langtry several times before, and remember how. one evening, 
after "Romeo and Juliet," she came to my dressing-room and 
put on her head the wreath of small white roses I wore in the 
tomb scene ; she also tried the skullcap I introduced in Juliet, 
and looked so bewitching in both that I asked her if she never 
had a tendency toward the stage. She smiled and said, "Yes; 
it would be nice to be an actress." But at that time she was 
not seriously thinking of the stage. The charming Mrs. Corn- 
wallis West, with her miniature beauty, sat near by, and there 
were several other persons, some of them known and some 
unknown to me. 

Genevieve Ward sat on the same side of the table with me, 
and between us was a Russian count whose name I forget. 
Count Jaraczewski was animated. My husband, who, at the 
end of the play, had slipped away to smoke a cigarette, came 
in when everybody was seated. The prince perceived him, 
and said to me, "There is Monsieur Chlapowski." He pro- 
nounced the name perfectly, with a Polish inflection on the 
second syllable, and with the hard "1" so difficult to foreigners. 
I was amazed at the prince's memory of faces and names, for 
he had met my husband only once before. 

Seeing him now approaching our table, the prince bowed 
slightly, waving his hand to him. Mr. Chlapowski, who is 
very near-sighted, thought that some of his friends was 
greeting him. and sent back to the prince a most familiar 
wave of the hand. When he came nearer and recognized the 
prince, he apologized, and both had a good laugh over the 

It was during that supper that the prince spoke to me 
about the drama. He said that dramatic art was not yet in 
its full development in England. I suggested the founding of 
an endowed national theatre, such as all other countries in 
Europe possess. His answer was discouraging: "Do you 
think there is enough love for art in the Anglo-Saxon race 
to make the theatre a state affair?" There was no answer 
to that. 

Many of Modjeska's chapters relate to her ex- 
periences in the United States, but these arc compara- 
tively well known. What has been cited above will 
show that the records of her early struggles are fullv 
as interesting as the pages which perpetuate her suc- 
cess. The portrait illustrations include pictures of the 
actress in thirteen of her most famous roles. 

Memories and Impressions of Helena Modjeska. 
An autobiography. New York: The Macmillan Com- 
pany ; ?4 net. 


January 14, 1911. 


The Golden Galleon. 
Indirectly but none the less surely Lucas 
Malet seems to be growing into more and 
more pronounced opposition to the ideas for 
which her father contended so vigorously. 
Charles Kingsley had no love for the Roman 
Catholic Church, as his "Westward Ho !" tes- 
tified, yet his daughter has written a book 
which casts a seductive glamour over the faith 
of that church. Again, Kingsley was a So- 
cialist of an early type, yet this story leaves 
the impressions that the paths of the Socialist 
tend inevitably to crime. For the Golden 
Galleon, a costly little silver-gilt model of a 
ship in full sail, was a stolen article, and 
stolen by the youth who after lodging with 
the Misses Povey for several years went out 
into the London world and. got mixed up with 
loud-voiced righters of wrongs and so entered 
upon a criminal career. 

But Mrs. Harrison's use of the Golden Gal- 
leon has, it must be admitted, a higher pur- 
pose than an impeachment of socialism. It 
is the symbol of idealism in the narrow life 
of a soul-starved spinster, and becomes to her 
the type of the happiness and success for 
which 'she felt Willy Evans destined. So 
each night before she went to bed, and each 
morning before she dressed, the Golden Gal- 
leon was placed on a chest of drawers and 
duly worshiped ; "week in and week out, she 
had come to regard the little ship in a spirit 
of mystic devotion, as symbol and, in a sense, 
exponent of all the inarticulate desires of her 
womanhood, of all the fond hopes and imagin- 
ings of her fifty years of living." It is a 
novel conceit and is worked out with much 
charm and poignant interest. In two matters 
Mrs. Harrison makes large demands upon her 
reader's credulity. In view of her express 
statement of the yearly income of her two 
old ladies, the picture she draws of their 
growing poverty is unconvincing, for two spin- 
sters of their limited wants could live in great 
comfort on the income they are credited with. 
Again, no police officer would be able to re- 
turn the Golden Galleon on the grounds men- 
tioned in the story. These, however, are not 
material defects in a striking little character 
study. In addition to the principal persons. 
each vividly characterized, the sketches of 
Mr. Chidcock and his wife are thoroughly en- 
joyable. The latter, a "low-spirited, faded, 
childless failure of woman," was used by the 
retired oil and colorman as a "human waste- 
paper basket into which he flung such uncon- 
sidered scraps and tags of conversation as fell 
from his lips during the absence of more 
worthy audience." Xor are the lowly servi- 
tors, charwoman and maid of all work, less 
clearly drawn. 

The Golde.v Galleon. By Lucas Malet. New 
York: George H. Doran Company; §1.20 net. 

Highways and Byways of the Rocky Mountains. 
Armed with his inevitable camera and 

equipped with a capacious notebook, Mr. John- 
son wandered hither and thither in Nebraska, 

Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, and 
other districts of the region lying between the 
Mississippi Valley and the Pacific Coast, and 
this volume is the result. Its pen-pictures 
have for their subjects mainly the lives of 
rural people ; we see them at work on their 
farms or in their stores, and more at their 
ease in their homes. Now and then, too, we 
have glimpses of them at their devotions, for 
Mr. Johnson does seem to take a day off now 
and then from photographing and note-taking. 
His records are interesting because for the 
most part he is a faithful chronicler of rural 
conversation, and wherever there are any his- 
toric associations to be noted he makes the 
most of them. Also, many of the photographs 
are interesting, especially those of the various 
landscapes which came under his observation. 
But when Mr. Johnson does a little posing 
on his own account his results are liable to 
incline more to the ludicrous than the artistic 
To catch people in natural poses is one thing ; 
to pose them so that they seem natural is 
another. And Mr. Johnson has not the secret 
of the second. 

Highways and Byways of the Rocky Moun- 
tains. Written and illustrated by Clifton John- 
son. New York: The Macmillan Company; $2 net. 

A Senator of the Fifties. 

By drawing upon the recollections of the 
living and by diligent study of such original 
records as have survived the fire, Mr. Lynch 
in his study of the career of David C. Brod- 
erick has produced a volume of singular in- 
terest to Californians and one which is also 
valuable for its relation to national history. 
The method chosen has been that of a blend 
of biography and history, so that the reader 
has a clear notion of the background of Brod- 
erick's brief and somewhat stormy career. 
Thus the opening chapter gives a succinct 
outline of the history of California, and es- 
pecially of San Francisco, which prepares the 
way for an account of the senator's ante- 

He was b »rn in Washington, D. C, of arti- 
san parentage, but his family removed to New- 
York in th? early years of his life, and the 
lad was t t fourteen when his father died, 
he ad to begin the struggle of life 
his teens, and when, not many 

years later, his mother and only brother died, 
he was left absolutely alone in the world. As 
he said years afterwards in the Senate, he 
did not know a single human being in whom 
flowed a drop of his blood. This may have 
accounted for those traits of his character 
which gave him the faculty "of making more 
bitter, rancorous, and vindictive enemies than 
most men." Mr. Lynch describes him as a 
"gloomy being," and while admitting that al- 
though during his New York career he made 
friends who would die for him, he also made 
"enemies who would make him die if pos- 
sible." As will be remembered, Broderick 
reached San Francisco in June, 1849 ; a little 
more than ten years later he was dead of 
Terry's bullet, his last coherent words being, 
"They have killed me because I was opposed 
to a corrupt administration and the extension 
of slavery." The events between those two 
dates are admirably described by Mr. Lynch, 
his account of the Committee of Vigilance 
being particularly full and vivid. And it 
should be added that the interest of the vol- 
ume is enhanced by numerous portraits and 
reproductions of old pictures. 

A Senator of the Fifties: David C. Brod- 
erick. By Jeremiah Lynch. San Francisco : A. 
M. Robertson; $1.50 net. 

The Conservation of Water. 
Starting in an attractive manner with the 
story of farmer Ezry Perkins, who chuckled 
as he told how he had sold his "ol' bottom 
farm" to a "city feller" for five dollars an 
acre, Mr. Mathews proceeds in a vigorous and 
readable way to preach his gospel of the con- 
servation of water, "the White Coal" which 
is to be "the fuel of our children ; the white 
coal which pours down the mountainside in 
unending abundance." At the outset he seeks 
to impress his reader with some startling facts, 
as that over the whole United States there 
falls in a single year an average of thirty 
inches of water. Largely, he says, this water 
runs to waste and creates untold damage in 
doing so. This is a sixfold Mississippi "pour- 
ing its idle and unutilized flood into the sea 
and carrying with it every year a billion tons 
of our richest soil." Why, a hundred thou- 
sand men standing on the banks of the Mis- 
sissippi and shoveling into it rich earth for 
twelve hours a day could not throw into the 
river as much soil as it carries annually out 
into the Gulf of Mexico. From such texts as 
these Mr. Mathews argues with great earnest- 
ness and force for storage schemes, for the 
use of white coal in industry- and for many 
other related reforms. Within reason, all 
such pleas are commendable, but they seem to 
overlook the laws of nature in a way, failing 
as they do to take account of any large effort 
to destroy the balance of nature. Whether 
man can better natural forces in the shaping 
and reshaping of the world is a problem still 
awaiting solution. But Mr. Mathews has writ- 
ten an interesting book and a book of much 
practical value. 

The Conservation of Water. By John L. 
Mathews. Boston: Small, Maynard & Co.; $2 net. 

Collectors of porcelain will find much to 
interest them in Mr. Dillon's admirable little 
manual. The various divisions of the book 
are devoted to the products of China, Japan, 
Germany, France, and England, while the in- 
troduction gives an informing account of the 
general processes of manufacture and a brief 
historical survey. Mr. Dillon reminds us that 
in its main outlines the history of porcelain 
is exceedingly simple. Slowly developed dur- 
ing the Middle Ages in China, the manufac- 
ture became in time mainly concentrated at 
one spot, King-te-chen, and there reached the 
highest development early in the eighteenth 
century. In Europe the repeated attempts to 
produce a similar ware had about the same 
time been crowned with complete success in 
Saxony; while in France and then in England 
a ware, resembling in aspect the Chinese, but 
softer and more fusible, came to be accepted 
as an equivalent. Mr. Dillon awards Chinese 
porcelain the highest praise for technical ex- 
cellence and the endless variety of its forms 
and decorations, but with regard to English 
specimens notes the curious fact that "Eng- 
land is the only country where porcelain has 
been successfully manufactured without royal 
or princely support." It is the aristocrat of 
pottery, for its development was due originally 
to imperial patronage and court demand. To 
guide the collector Mr. Dillon has adorned 
his book with numerous plates of typical ex- 

Porcelai n a n d How to Collect It. Bv Ed- 
ward Dillon. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.; 

$2 net. 

The Book of Football. 
Before tackling the practical part of his 
subject, before even indulging in his inter- 
esting historical survey of the game, Mr. 
Camp delivers himself of an exhortation 
which deserves to be carefully pondered by 
every football player and all who have any 
connection with the game. It is a manly little 
sermon, high in tone and earnest in spirit, 
and its text is. "Be each, pray God. a gentle- 
man !" Mr. Camp admits that a gentleman 
against a gentleman always plays to win : 
there is a tacit agreement between them that 

each shall do his best ; but "a gentleman never 
competes for money, directly or indirectly. I 
Make no mistake about this." Again : "After 
winning a race or a match there is no reason ] 
why a good, healthy lot of young men should 
not do plenty of cheering, but there is every 
reason why they should not make their enjoy- 
ment depend upon insulting those who have 
lost. You can not take your hilarity off into 
a corner and choke it to death, and no one 
wants j'ou to; but gratuitous jibes and jeers 
at the crestfallen mark you as a man who 
does not know how to bear a victory, a man 
whose pate is addled by the excitement or 
whose bringing up has been at fault." 

In his history and in his practical advice 
Mr. Camp maintains the high standard of his 
opening exhortation. He has a lofty ideal for 
his favorite game, and never writes a sen- 
tence contrary to that ideal. If football is 
saved from the fate which seems to threaten 
it, that is, the loss of the respect of all 
whose respect is worth having, the result will 
be due to Mr. Camp more than to any other 
man. Hence all lovers of clean, healthy, fair 
sport will welcome this admirable book and 
do their utmost to secure its wide circulation. 

The Book of Football. By Waiter Camp. 
New York: The Century Company; $2 net. 

Briefer Reviews. 
In "The Boy's Drake" (Charles Scribner's 
Sons; $1.50 net) Edwin M. Bacon has given 
a new and stirring account of the most 
notable deeds of the famous sea-fighter of the 
sixteenth century. The book is fully illus- 
trated from quaint old pictures and maps. 

"A Child's Book of Old Verses" (Duffield 
& Co.) is an admirable anthology, compiled by 
Jessie W. Smith, of the best poetic favorites. 
The compiler has enhanced the charm of her 
volume with ten full-page illustrations in color 
and some graceful decorative head-pieces. 

An interesting and valuable addition to 
folklore is provided by James A. Honey in 
his "South African Folk-Tales" ithe Baker 
& Taylor Company; $1 net). The stories are 
mainly of Bushmen origin, and well deserve 
preservation in this permanent form. For 
the use of comparative study the little vol- 
ume deserves high praise, while the inherent 
interest of its contents is not slight. 

Few present-day writers are so industrious 
as Orison Swett Marden. to whose credit 
within the past two or three weeks have been 
placed "The Miracle of Right Thought," "Be 
Good to Yourself," and "Getting On" (Thomas 
Y. Crowell & Co.; $1 net each). The first- 
named is a continuation of that discussion 
begun in the same author's "Peace, Power, 
and Plenty," and that as well as the other 
two is notable for that spirit of inspiring 
optimism characteristic of Dr. Marden. 
They are all books which no one can read 
without great benefit. 

Kept alive in the memory' of most by 
Keats's sonnet, George Chapman has other 
claims on fame than his translation of Homer. 
In that conviction Thomas M. Parrott has 
undertaken to edit a new edition of "The 
Plays and Poems of George Chapman" ( E. P. 
Dutton & Co. ; $2 net), which is to be com- 
plete in three volumes. The first, now avail- 
able, includes the tragedies : the second will 
give the comedies ; and the third will contain 
the poems. Mr. Parrott has edited the text 
with great care and furnished this first vol- 
ume with an admirable body of introductions 
and notes. "Revenge for Honor" is included, 
although the editor is convinced it was not 
written by Chapman. 


Soap, like books, 
should be chosen 
with discretion. 
Both are capable of 
infinite harm. 

The selection of 
Pears' is a perfect 
choice and a safe- 
guard against soap 

Matchless for the complexion. 




Q We sell standard makes at a legitimate profit. 

We carry all grades, but only the best in each 

grade — Steinway, Emerson, ICurtzman, Cecilian 

Player Piano, etc. 

4J We will kD you any of our lea expensive pianos and 

agree lo take the same in exchange for a STEINWAY 

any time within three yean, allowing the fuH purchase 

price pakl. 

C Moderate terms on any piano, even on the Steinway. 

Rent Pianos — Finest Stock — Best Rates 

Sherman J^lay & Go. 

Steamy ud Other Posts Pbjer Puu «f aD Cnsn 

Victor Talking Machines Shed Music and Musical Mer damns* 

Kearny and Sutter Sts., San Francisco 
Fourteenth and Clay Sts., Oakland 

Roy C. Ward 
Jas. K. Polk 

Jas. W. Dean 
Geo. E. Billings 




312 California Street. Phone Douglas 2283 
San Francisco, Cal. 



The paper used in printing the Argonaut is 

fumtsned by us. 


118 to 124 First Street, corner Minna, 

San Francisco. 





Bail ding 
San Francisco 


January 14, 1911. 



Great Masters of Landscape Painting. 
Books dealing with the work of artists are 
isually distinguished for their wealth of illus- 
ration, but rarely has a volume of that type 
een so lavishly provided with pictures as 
his translation of Eraile Michel's famous 
'ork. There are 1"0 reproductions in half- 
tone process, each admirably printed, but in 
addition there are no fewer than forty superb 
photogravure plates of the world's most 
famous landscapes. It will be seen, then, that 
on the score of pictures alone this volume is 
a treasure-house of delight for all lovers of 
art. That, however, is but part of the vol- 
ume's attraction ; its text is of equal impor- 
tance, giving, as it does, a deeply interesting 
and suggestive biographical and critical sur- 
vey of the work of the most famous landscape 
painters of the past. Commencing with the 
masters of Italy, M. Michel then passes in re- 
view the greatest painters of the Flemish, 
German, French, Dutch, Spanish, and English 
schools, and concludes his study with an in- 
forming appreciation of the more modern 
landscape artists. Within its self-imposed 
limitations this volume is one of the most 
notable contributions ever made to the litera- 
ture of art, and the publishers are to be con- 
gratulated on the worthy form in which they 
have given it to the public. 

Great Masters of Landscape Painting. From 
the French of Emile Michel. Philadelphia: J. B. 
Lippincott Company. 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 
Byron can claim another enthusiastic ad- 
mirer in Frederic Harrison, who puts the case 
for that poet thus: "Tens of thousands of 
cultivated men and women in Europe and in 
America delight in Byron, while they have 
never heard of Keats and never read a line of 
Wordsworth ; and some fastidious critics tell 
us that is because Byron is 'obvious.' Byron 
is obvious in the sense of not being obscure; 
indeed, Horace or Pope is not more perfectly 
intelligible and direct. But it is not poetic 
mastery to be able to construct enigmas in 
verse ; and it is one of the fads of our time 
to vaunt the industrious interpretation of 
metrical cryptograms." Another of Mr. Har- 
rison's literary verdicts is concerned with 
Meredith's poetry. "Nature had denied him 
an ear for music in verse, to which he seems 
insensible, just as Beethoven's deafness never 
permitted him to hear his own magnificent 
symphonies. For all its subtlety and orig- 
inality, Meredith's verse is unreadable by rea- 
son of its intolerable cacophony." 

Four new novels are to be published this 
month by Little, Brown & Co. First on the 
list will be Anthony Partridge's "The Golden 
Web," which will be followed by McDonnell 
Bodkin's "The Capture of Paul Beck," E. Phil- 
lips Oppenheim's "Berenice," and John T. 
Moore's ''The Gift of Grass." It is stated 
that the new Oppenheim story will deal with 
the love of an English writer of high ideals 
for a prominent actress. 

Frank Lee Benedict, an author of popular 
novels in the 'seventies and later, and a writer 
of verse above the ordinary, died last month, 
aged seventy-six. Mr. Benedict was at one 
time editor of Peterson's Magazine, and after- 
wards was connected with Lippincott's Maga- 

Morality, as Whistler might have said, is 
creeping up. For proof whereof what could 
be more convincing than the following state- 
ment issued by the sponsors of a new novel: 
"We are most anxious to be represented as 
publishing a big book, and, whether you agree 
with us or not, please absolve us from any 
intention of issuing an impure or obscene book 
for the profit that sometimes follows in the 
wake of such performances." 

One of the important book events of the 
new year will be the inauguration of the series 
of serious studies to which have been given 
the general title of the "Modern Criminal 
Science Series." The first volume will be C. 
Bernaldo de Quiros's "Modern Theories of 
Criminality," which is to be followed by Hans 
Grass's "Criminal Psychology." The books 
will be translations of the most important 
works of eminent continental authorities, but 
each volume will have an American preface. 

Professor Bailey, of Cornell, tells on him- 
self a story which will appeal to book col- 
lectors. Finding in an old book shop an edi- 
tion of which he was in need, an inquiry as 
to the price elicited the response, "Five dol- 
lars." Thinking this rather high, Professor 
Bailey protested. "Well," replied the book- 
seller, "it may seem high to you, but it really 
doesn't make any difference to me whether you 
buy it or not, for there's an old fool down at 
Ithaca by the name of Bailey who'll take it at 
five dollars just as soon as I offer it to him." 

Browning was a surprise to Helena Mod- 
jeska. "Before the introduction." she wrote 
in her memoirs, "I took him for a retired 
French officer. He certainly looked French, 
with his pointed mustache, his imperial a la 
N'apoleon the Third, and his vivacious man- 
ners. I never would have suspected him of 
being the author of 'Andrea del Sarto' and 
'Fra Lippo Lippi.' He spoke rapidly in French 

and English on all possible subjects with the 
same ease and knowledge. I do not believe 
I have ever met a man so versatile as he, so 
great and yet so simple ; such a poet and yet 
so human." 

Henry Silver, a former member of the staff 
of Punch, and one of the three Charterhouse 
contributors to that journal (Thackeray being 
another), has left an estate valued at over a 
million pounds. This is thought to be a record 
for a literary man. 

"War or Peace: A Present-Day Duty and a 
Future Hope" is the title of an exceedingly 
timely study by General H. M. Chittenden. 
which the McClurgs promise for early publica- 
tion. The arguments of the volume against 
war are based upon practical and economic 
considerations and the cost of militarism. It 
will, it is said, outline a plan in advance of 
the usual suggestion for spasmodic arbitration 
as a means of establishing international peace. 

If the Dial were published in Boston the 
gloomy strain of its "Taking Stock" editorial 
and its harping on the loss of Xew England 
writers might be understood, but Chicago 
should be more hopeful than this: "The case 
of America is the most discouraging of all. 
We admire such men as Mr. Howells and Mr. 
James, and hold them in our deepest affection, 
but they hardly fill the places of the poets 
we have lately lost — Stedman and Aldrich and 
Moody — and not at all the places of such seers 
and singers as Emerson and Whittier and 
Longfellow and Lowell." 

Neither "Robinson Crusoe" nor "Tom 
Brown's Schooldays" is on the list of the 
twelve best books for boys compiled by a uni- 
versity professor after consultation with li- 
brarians in twenty-five States. 

In a suggestive study of modern German 
literary movements Kurt Martens looks back 
to an earlier period with regret. "Germany 
was a land of culture. Germany had style. 
Now it is an arsenal, a stock exchange, a mad- 
house, a monster hotel." Dealing with the 
dangerous tendencies of the times, he adds: 
"No longer does the poet go among the people 
with the rhetoric of the thirst for freedom on 
his lips, but with observant eyes, reserved or 
merely questioning, very critical, and for the 
present analytical rather than synthetic, fas- 
tidious in his tastes, often obscure in his ex- 
pression. That such personalities, quite apart 
from their works, do not possess the confidence 
of a society which feels itself constantly 
watched, judged, and often condemned by 
them, can surprise nobody." 

Anatole France is reported to have given 
this view of Tolstoy the reformer: "If his 
ideas, although founded on a conception of 
religion still strong in the Slav and Anglo- 
Saxon races, contain a renewal of humanity's 
ideal, if they are the presentiment which a 
man of genius has of the tendencies of hu- 
manity, then this Utopia may bear great 
fruits. For even if it can not be carried out 
ideally, it is a beautiful tendency, which will 
show men the way to go." 

Before the days of copyright the would-be 
publisher had little difficulty in starting busi- 
ness. In a recent study of the romance of 
bookselling it is stated that the young sta- 
tioner of London could begin with a book- 
stall ; and he had only to pick up a manuscript 
— it did not matter much how — have it en- 
tered as his "copy" in the Stationers' Regis- 
ter, and get some one to print it for him, 
if he had no press of his own. A half-for- 
gotten book that seemed worth reprinting, or 
even ballad, would answer the purpose. The 
system of interchange which became a recog- 
nized practice at once provided him with an 
opportunity of stocking his booth or shop with 
other books at comparatively little expense. 

William F. Foster, who has been chosen for 
the responsible task of organizing the new 
Reed College near Portland, Oregon, is the 
author of "Administration of the College 
Curriculum," which Houghton Mifflin Com- 
pany are to publish in the spring. 

Having completed their Modern History, 
the Syndics of the Cambridge University 
Press have undertaken to publish a compre- 
hensive history of mediaeval times prepared on 
a similar plan. The work, however, is to be 
confined to eight volumes instead of twelve, 
and they are to be issued in chronological 

The Fiction Library 

A convenience for Fiction Readers 



239 Grant Ave., between Post i 
San Franc. sc< 

nd Sutter Streets 

All Boob that are reviewed in the 
Argonaut can be obtained at 



Union Square San Francisco 




A little while ago a gentleman wrote to the Merchants 
Association saying that he had noticed that the Seeing San 
Francisco Cars, in which the visitors to the metropolis 
are taken about the city did not traverse those sections 
where the most beautiful homes are located. That was 
because the hills are so steep that the electric cars can 
not run on them, and the street cars have no tracks. 

San Francisco ought to have a district where beautiful 
homes may be built and where the tourist will be taken 
as to a show place, to see beautiful boulevards, en- 
trance gates, artistic columns, terraces, winding roads 
and attractive surroundings, and in such a park-like dis- 
trict to find homes where the architect had brought into 
existence designs harmonious with the surroundings. 

Such an opportunity is presented to the citizens of San 
Francisco by the heirs of the late Adolph Sutro who now 
wish to sell a tract of 724 acres, all in one piece, rather 
than to have it cut up into small sections and subdivided 
into 25 foot lots where no man of good taste would wish 
to build a home. 

To purchase this property a company has been formed 
with shares of $100 each, and these are offered to the 
public in the hope that a great many people will wish to 
invest from sentimental reasons, knowing at the same 
time that their investment will yield a profit of at least 
200 per cent. The details of the purchase price, and 
every particular will be given you upon application. 

To see the property by automobile, or for information 
apply to 

Baldwin & Howell, 318-324 Kearny St., San Francisco 

Also for information call upon any of the following 
real estate firms: 

Shainwald, Buckbee 6c Co., 27 Montgomery St. 
A. J. Rich 6c Co., 121 Sutter St. 
Lvon 6c Hoag, 636 Market St. 
Von Rhein Real Estate Co., 141 Sutter St. 
J. W. Wright & Co., Mills Building 
Harrigan, Weidenmuller 6: Rosenstirn. 345 Mont- 
gomery St. 
Behlow 6c Lucas, 205 Montgomery St. 
Abraham Bros. 6c Co., 251 Montgomery St. 
John McGaw 6c Co., 232 Montgomery St. 
Sterling Realty Company, 546 Market St. 
Edwards, Brewster 6c Clover, Mills Building 
Pringle Company, 357 Russ Building 


January 14, 1911. 


A Suggestion for American Coaching Enthusiasts. 

From the obliging manufacturer of family- 
trees to the seductive house-agent, all who 
in England have anything to vend agree in 
the policy of producing the oldest of their 
wares for American customers. If there is 
an antique painting to be disposed of, or a 
first folio Shakespeare, or a hoary castle, the 
vendor's first thought is of possible New 
World purchasers. In fact, Americans are 
doing more than the natives to preserve the 
historic past of England. Take the cases of 
Alfred Vanderbilt and Judge Moore as ex- 
amples. Admitting that there are a few of 
England's "idle rich" who twice a year play 
at coaching, it still remains true that it is 
the Americans, and only the Americans, who 
take the four-in-hand seriously and adequately 
sustain the picturesque traditions of the old 
posting days. 

Hitherto, however, Mr. Vanderbilt and 
Judge Moore have neglected one important 
feature of coaching expeditions ; they have 
not provided for the highwayman. This is a 
serious oversight. The chief excitement of 
posting in the good old days consisted in the 
fact that those who traveled by coach were 
always expecting either Sixteen-String Jack, 
or Jonathan Wild, or Dick Turpin to take 
the highway in some lonely stretch of coun- 
try and greet the coachers with a stern de- 
mand to "Stand and deliver !" The propriety 
of reviving that thrill of the past may be 
commended to Mr. Vanderbilt. What, for 
example, would be more certain to insure a 
full passenger-list for one of his coaching 
expeditions than a guaranty that somewhere 
on the road the travelers would be held up 
in approved style by a twentieth-century Dick 
Turpin? To complete the attractiveness of 
the programme, the objective of the expedi- 
tion should be that desolate little village in 
Essex where the last of the highwaymen was 

For Dick Turpin was not a myth. Har- 
rison Ains worth did idealize the freebooter 
in the pages of "Rockwood," but his fanciful 
portrait had a framework of fact. Whether, 
however, Turpin is to be credited with that 
record ride to York on his famous Black Bess 
is another matter. Perhaps a knight of the 
road did once ride from London to York in 
fifteen hours, and such a feat, the covering 
of nearly two hundred miles on one horse in 
so brief a space of time, deserved all the 
glowing sentences of the novelist ; but there 
is no evidence to show that it was accom- 
plished by Turpin. 

Indeed whether Dick was such a model 
of manly courage and chivalry as the novelist 
would have us believe is open to question. 
But there can be no doubt he was a choice 
scoundrel. In the proclamation issued for 
his arrest in 1737 he is described as a native 
of Thaxted, in Essex, but that assertion is 
wrong. He was an Essexman, it is true, but 
it was at Hempstead, and not at Thaxted, he 
first saw the light. Some years ago the 
Crown Inn at Hempstead was adorned with 
a- board recording the fact that Dick Turpin 
was born within its walls, and although the 
hoard is gone the fact remains as the one in- 
disputable item in the highwayman's history- 
The exact date of his birth will probably 
never be known, but the parish register at- 
tests that Richard Turpin, the son of John 
and Mary Turpin, was baptized in the village 
church on September 21, 1705. On the coffin 
in which he received a felon's burial at York 
in 1739 his age was given as twenty-eight, 
but the Hempstead record proves that he 
must have escaped the gallows for thirty-four 
years at least. 

And he might have escaped for many more 
years if he had resisted the temptation to 
shoot a game-cock. It happened in this man- 
ner : Turpin was hiding in Yorkshire under 
the assumed name of John Palmer, and, by 
cleverly stealing horses and then selling them 
to gentlemen with whom he used to hunt, he 
managed to provide himself with daily bread 
and maintain a considerable position in the 
world. His horse-thefts, the latest of which 
had yielded him a harvest of a mare and 
her foal, were not found out, but the charge 
brought against him of shooting a game-cock 
led to a train of evidence which brought the 
appropriation of the mare and her foal to his 
door. Arrest and trial followed, and then 
there gathered such a cloud of witnesses 
around Turpin, including several Hempstead 
natives who had known him from birth, that 
it was no difficult matter to hang the noose 
round his throat. 

Whoso would disentangle the real Dick 
Turpin from the mythical article must rely 
largely upon the evidence given at his trial 
in York, reported by one who described him- 
self as a "possessor of shorthand." The 
Hempstead witnesses were almost indecently 
loquacious, and appear to have bent their 
best energ**:s toward securing the conviction 
of their fellow-villager. Whether they were 
jealous of the fair fame of their native ham- 
let, or wf re merely taking a belated revenge 
for some of Dick's "boyish escapades, does not 
"hey told, however, how Dick's 
was. both an innkeeper and a butcher. 

how Dick was a wild spirit from his earliest 
years, how his parents tried to sober him by 
marriage, and how, by the appearance of a 
rejected letter at the postoffice, they had 
been able to identify the John Palmer in 
prison at York with the Richard Turpin too 
well known by them all. 

That proclamation of 1737 already men- 
tioned ignores the "manly beauty" and "ex- 
travagant red whiskers" of Ains worth, and 
tersely describes Turpin as "about thirty, five 
feet nine inches high, brown complexion, 
very much marked with the smallpox, his 
cheekbones broad, his face thinner towards 
the bottom, his visage short, pretty upright, 
and broad about the shoulders." Other evi- 
dence goes to show that instead of being that 
paragon of chivalry described by the novelist, 
Turpin's turn of mind led him more "towards 
seating old women on their fires than meeting 
men in open fight." All of which particulars 
may be commended to the notice of Mr. 
Vanderbilt when making choice of Turpin's 

One warning should be given to the passen- 
gers who book for the highwayman -attacked 
journey to Hempstead: the Crown Inn is 
now nothing more than a village "pub" and 
its refreshments are limited to bread and 
cheese and beer. But its associations should 
offset that defect. Opposite the inn is a 
clump of trees planted in a circle, and known 
as Turpin's Ring. How the robber's name 
came to be connected with this curious cluster 
of trees is a mystery. It is also puzzling 
to account satisfactorily for their having been 
planted in this unusual arrangement. The 
local tradition is that this was the village 
cock-pit. or even the scene of Hempstead 
bear-baiting in the good old times. 

On the return journey to London Mr. Van- 
derbilt should take his passengers to Dawkin's 
Farm, a mile or so from the village. In a 
field in front of the house is another Turpin 
relic, the decaying trunk of the famous Hemp- 
stead oak in the boughs of which Dick is 
reputed to have hidden from his pursuers. 
It is a mere shell today, but in Turpin's time 
was a living forest-giant, the fifty-feet girth 
of which would have delighted the tree- 
measuring Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. 

London. December 26, 1910. 

" A Man-About-Town.'' 
A man-about-town is different things in 
different places, the plural being "men-about- 
towns" (says a correspondent of an Eastern 
paper) . A Chicago man-about-town may or 
may not reside in Sheridan Road, but has two 
essential markings : he always tells the chauf- 
feur to wait, and frequently expresses 
curiosity as to where Sallie Fisher is playing 
this season. The Philadelphia man-about- 
town is one who speaks of Biddies by their 
pramomena. Revelation of the type in New 
York well nigh always occurs in barrooms ; 
but he is one to whom the barman always 
gives a napkin with the drink, irrespectively 
of what that drink may be. Also, the Xew 
York man-about-town "drops in to catch Gar- 
den in the fourth act." (For this purpose 
he always selects a two-act or three-act 
opera.) The San Francisco m.-a.-t. frowns 
when you call that place "Frisco," and never 
misses a prize-fight. Both the Cleveland and 
Cincinnati types are recognized as they mix 
their own salad dressing in restaurants. In 
Louisville he always insists on inspecting the 
programme of music by the Seelbach Orches- 
tra before ordering dinner or supper ; and in 
New Orleans, where vests are worn only by 
visitors from the North, he wears both belt 
and suspenders to indicate laissez-faire. The 
Baltimore m.-a.-t. shows his quality nights by 
"running over to Washington," which is glad 
to have him, as it has none of its own. Nei- 
ther has Batavia, New York, nor St. Louis, 

Monday, December 26, 1910, will always 
remain memorable in the annals of music in 
this country- In the afternoon Engelbert 
Humperdinck was in the Metropolitan Opera 
House, in New York, to receive the plaudits 
of his admirers after a performance of "Han- 
sel and Gretel," and in the evening Giacomo 
Puccini was the recipient of a similar ovation 
on the part of his admirers. His "Girl of the 
Golden West" had its first performance on 
a subscription night, and at regular prices. 
The result was that not only was the house 
packed, but hundreds were turned away dis- 
appointed ; for this was the last opportunity 
to see Puccini. The performance did not 
differ in any important respect from the two 
that had preceded it. Whatever one may 
think of the lasting qualities of the opera, it 
is decidedly worth hearing and seeing, and 
the interpretation of it by Caruso, Destinn, 
Amato, Toscanini, and nearly all the others 
concerned is said to be magnificent. 

While French manufacturers of champagne, 
whose effervescence is produced by natural 
fermentation, label the product "Mousseux," 
those manufacturers of wine whose efferves- 
cence is produced partly or wholly by the 
addition of carbonic-acid gas must plainly 
label the product "Mousseux fantaisie."' the 
word fantaisie marking the distinction. 


Kept in the Heart. 
When the white-winged vulture, the Frost, 
Takes in his talons the leaves — 

The green and the red and the gold — 
And stiffens the silver-crossed 
Web which the spider weaves; 
And seals with his bitter cold 
The lips of the laughing brook; 
And waves his wings o'er the nook 
Where the aster knits her blue; 
I gather every hue — 
The red and the green and gold 
And blue, in my heart to hold. 

When the tempest roars so loud 
That I can not hear the clock 

Tick-ticking upon the wall; 
When the stoutest trees are bowed 
Like a shivering flock 

Of sheep at the gray wolf's call; 
When the crackle of the fire 
On the hearth dies, as desire 
Unnourished ; and the wild winds beat 
The dead leaves at my feet; 
Then, like a pleasant psalm, 
1 hold in my heart a calm. 

When blossom the almond's snows 
Drifting upon my head ; 

When the strong one is afraid; 
When veiled and darkened are those 
Who look from the windows red, 

(The "windows of agate" He made); 
"When the doors are shut in the street" 
And the low bird-warblings, sweet 
With their songs of other years, 
Come not to my famished ears; 
I will hide life's music deep 
In my heart, to hold and keep. 

— Ella Beardsley, in Boston Transcript. 

The 'Word. 
There came a word from yesterday 

Through a world of graver matters, 
A weary truant from far away 

(Like a little, lost love in tatters), 
And this was all that it brought to say 

Through the gloom of a gray December: 
"Oh, there once was a morning in May — in May- 

In it came as a beggar might. 

Fearful of scorn and of chiding. 
Shrinking from hearth and from candle-light 

(Like a little, lost love in hiding), 
But I drew it close from cold and night, 

And I answered without regretting: 
"I have tried and tried, but I never am quite 

- — Thcodosia Garrison, in Lippincott's Magasinc. 

Thy beauty is bugle and banner — bugle, and ban- 
ner, and prize. 
I march to the beat of thy heart and the orinamme 

of thine eyes; 
My falchion flashes thy smile as I fight to the 

far-off goal, 
To the love that burns like a star on the battle- 
ments of thy soul. 
O, Queen, the bugle is blowing, the banners flutter 

and stream; 
Thy heart is beating and beating, I hear it as in 

a dream. 
I grow blind; in my blood there is thunder; there 

is lightning around and above. 
I have cloven a cohort asunder; I swoon on the 

ramparts of love. 
— Ronald Campbell MaeHe, in London Academy. 


Sigmund Eeel, the violinist, who is visiting 
in this city after fifteen years abroad, where 
he has been teaching and concertizing, an- 
nounces two violin recitals under the direction 
of Will Greenbaum, at Christian Science Hall, 
the dates being Thursday night, February 2, 
and Sunday afternoon, February 5. Mail or- 
ders for these concerts may now be sent to 
Will L. Greenbaum at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s. 
Beel's Oakland concert is scheduled for Fri- 
day afternoon, February 3. at Ye Liberty 


Gertrude Atherton's new play for Mrs. 
Fiske will be called "Julia France," and the 
scene is laid on the island of Nevis, in the 

West Indies. 

Ask any grocer or family wine and liquor 
store for Italian-Swiss Colony wines. They 
are California's choicest product. 

After the Birdmen 
Came Down 

Handling its share of a scrambling, 
pushing, shoving, hungry, homeward bound 
crowd of nearly 200,000, without serious 
accident to any of that enormous gather- 
ing, the United Railroads proved the splen- 
did condition of its equipment Sunday, 
when the army of sightseers swept across 
Aviation Field like an ocean rolling in- 

Undoubtedly a new mark was set in 
transportation circles on the Coast. The 
perfect weather, breathing of springtime 
and blossoms, the warmth of the sun. the 
lush grass by the roadside — all these com- 
bined to attract bay city people and thou- 
sands from up and down the State to 
Tanforan, where the birdmen flew. 

Every available car was brought into 
use by the United Railroads, and consider- 
ing the wild rush made by the crowd at the 
close of the day's flights, the street-car 
people may be congratulated upon the 
ability with which they coped with the un- 
precedented situation. Only a perfect 
roadbed, only large, powerful cars, only 
thoroughly trained crews could have 
passed through such a day and come out 
of it with such an enviable record. 

Hungry, dusty, anxious to reach home, 
all semblance of order was practically lost 
by the surging sightseers, who promptly 
"rushed" the string of cars in waiting. 
They went in through the doors and they 
scrambled in through the windows. Those 
inside reached out willing arms and helped 
friend and stranger alike to gain ingress 
through open windows. Another small 
army scrambled on top of the cars and the 
steps were like ant-hills with clinging hu- 
man! ty. 

The crews worked rapidly, the human 
freight took the crushing in good nature, 
and though doubting ones shook their 
heads, string after string of cars rolled 
cityward and distributed their congested 
loads to every quarter without accident 
worthy of the name. 

The day was an object lesson in pas- 
senger traffic as it affects San Francisco, 
and brought more forcibly before the pub- 
lic than could anything else the fact that 
congested periods, whether of daily occur- 
rence or pertaining to unusual events, must 
be endured as the lot of every city with 
a growing population. At the same time 
the United Railroads is exercising every 
endeavor to give to San Francisco larger 
and better passenger-carrying facilities than 
it has ever enjoyed. To this end eighty of 
the latest type of pay-as-you-enter cars 
have been ordered in the East, and the 
first consignment will arrive here early 
next month. The next issue of the Argo- 
naut will contain an interesting descrip- 
tion of these cars and their operation. 

Gladding, McBean & Co. 


Between New Montgomery and Third 
Son Francisco, Cat 



Mao office: KILLS BUILDING, Su Francisco 


Palace Hotel, San Francisco. Hotel Alexandria, Us Atsde*. 
Hotel del Coronado, Carotadn Beach. 
Correspondents: Harris, Winthrop & Co., 25 
Pine St., New York; 3 The Rookery. Chicago. 


Established 185C 


Capital $1,000,000 

Surplus to Policyholders 3,050,063 

Total Assets 7,478,446 


Manager Pacific Department 


San Francisco 

January 14. 1911. 



By Josephine Hart Phelps. 

Any one who goes to the Savoy Theatre to 
see "The Xigger" with the expectation of 
finding inflammatory appeals to partisan- 
heated emotions will be disappointed. Ed- 
ward Sheldon is a realist, and. in common 
with other thoughtful dramatists of the day, 
presents his play merely as an interesting and 
pregnant phase of life. There is no conten- 
tion, no preaching, no moral. A problem, 
certainly, in "The Xigger" — one of our 
gravest problems ; but propounded without 
bias, in a drama which offers no solution. 
With the instinct of the dramatist for select- 
ing exciting material, he has had placed be- 
fore us scenes which show the darker and 
stormier side of life in the South, under its 
present conditions. The result is a play 
which, except for a drop in the beginning of 
the third act, keeps the interest up to a high 
tension, and works up to a simple, logical, 
and effective finale. 

To those who care only for a dramatic 
presentation of lives which circle around nor- 
mal happenings, the play may be found dis- 
agreeable. To come so closely into touch with 
the crime and the pursuit which precede a 
lynching in the South, while exciting in the 
extreme, is scarcely suggestive of the aes- 
thetics of art. Yet, at the same time, since 
drama can and should be one of the most 
educative of influences, it is perhaps just as 
well that we should occasionally pause in our 
pursuit of mere pleasure and see put into 
stage form ideas, the presentation of which 
may tend to the evolution of a remedy for 
this one problem, at some future time not 
too far away. 

- The young author, however, has not erred 
on the side of dealing too much in mere ab- 
stractions, nor has he dragged in his effects 
by the hair. In selecting for his protagonist 
a man who has negro blood in his veins he 
has every reason to introduce, and group 
about him. events which bear upon that idea, 
on which he has been reared, that a "nigger" 
is a lower order of humanity ; a thing utterly 
apart from the white man. As one of the 
men, Morrow himself, if I remember aright, 
puts it, "A nigger is an animal, all teeth and 
claws."' This Southerner's truism is one of 
his strong convictions, as much a part of 
himself as the heart that beats in his body. 
Yet this Southern gentleman, this scion of 
an old and prosperous family, this man of 
strong convictions and tried probity, honored 
and respected by those among whom he has 
passed his life, must, we all know, face later 
the black and hideous fact of the black and 
hideous blood in his veins. 

It is unquestionably a situation full of dra- 
matic possibilities, and strangely enough al- 
most new to the stage. Fiction writers have 
found it a fruitful theme. W. D. Ho wells 
has written on it, Mark Twain, and others. 
I remember an old novel. "Waiting for the 
Verdict," by Rebecca Harding Davis, in which 
the principal male character made the same 
unwelcome discovery, and was consequently 
renounced as a suitor by the woman who had 
loved him. The stage version of Mark- 
Twain's intensely interesting "Pudd'n-Head 
Wilson." as many of us remember, contains 
the same situation, although differently 
treated because of the luckless man con- 
cerned possessing only the very worst traits 
of both his white and his colored progenitors. 
The real tragedy in that story is that of the 
white boy, brought up as a servile slave, thus 
forfeiting the birthright of his soul, even if 
his body's inheritance fell to him afterward. 

But here, in Sheldon's play, is a man of 
pride and place, and dignity. We see him 
courted by his fellow-citizens, loved by a 
girl of family, humbly deferred to by his 
negro attendants. The wretch who is lynched 
crawls to him for protection, and grovels at 
his feet ; the old mammy, mother of the 
refugee, looks to him as to her God to save 
him. From the innocuous love-scene of a 
few moments before, out in the peaceful gar- 
den, we are suddenly plunged into wild ex- 
citement, the sound of the yelping pack of 
Iv>unil= in pursuit, the portentous silences that 
fell when they Inst the scent, the wild clamors 
which burst forth when it was found again, 
the suspense and '< .rrnr of the refugee, and 
1 mother, the seizure, the horrid death- 
cry, and the long agonized wail of his 
"mammy" as she hears for the last time the 
voice of him who was once her pickaninny. 
As the curtain goes down, and Morrow. 

both as man and sheriff, grieves at his pow- 
erlessness before the strength of the mob, he 
is consoled by Georgie, his betrothed, who 
says. "Never mind, Phil; after all, he's only 
a nigger." 

In the second act the proud man learns 
the truth. The interests of the only man 
that knows it are threatened and he, who 
had hitherto spared his friend, was made 
merciless by self-interest. Morrow has be- 
come the governor, and can either make or 
mar the fortunes of bis friend according as 
he vetoes or signs a prohibition bill. Noyes, 
who is president of a local distillery, finding 
the governor adamant to his plea for a veto, 
trades on his knowledge. He has stumbled 
upon one of those terrible secrets of the 
South. The mother of Morrow is "a yaller 
gal." Thus simply she stands in the mind 
of Xoyes. Thus she had stood in the mind 
of Morrow himself, before he learned that 
she was his mother. Educated by her master, 
beautiful and loving, she stood for one of 
the problems developed by this terrible con- 
tiguity of races that can. not, must not, blend. 
The tender, loving woman, with the submis- 
sion of her race, bent her neck to the yoke. 
She kept the secret of her maternity of the 
boy, and went "down the river" into the 
darkness and oblivion that shrouded the lives 
of all "yaller gals" who were exiled from 
homes whose secrets they knew too well. 
What a theme for romance ! It has been 
used, we know, by romancers of those days, 
and as our thoughts turn back to those 
strange, ante-bellum days, with all their 
wealth of secrecy, of mystery, of wild ro- 
mance, it makes one want to delve into the 
novels of the period that He unread on dusty 

But those were prior to the days of artistic 
realism, of psychology, and wonderful stories 
could be written by our horde of promising 
writers if they would only pause long enough 
to saturate themselves in the still obtainable, 
although swiftly passing atmosphere of those 
old days. There are a few ex-slaves that sur- 
vive, there are old men and women with vol- 
umes of reminiscence stored in their gray old 

Edward Sheldon has had no particular 
need to spread himself upon atmosphere — the 
kind of elaborate atmosphere, for example 
that Belasco would work up. The events in 
his play brought their atmosphere with them. 

Florence Roberts has rather a theatrical 
Southern accent, and George Barbier a very 
good one, while Thurlow Bergen has none 
at all. Two or three old negro servants, and 
a moonlit garden go a long way toward cre- 
ating the necessary effects. 

The company presenting "The Nigger" is 
well selected and well balanced, except that 
neither Florence Roberts nor Thurlow Bergen 
seem to be exactly round pegs in round holes. 
I put this down in Florence Roberts's case 
to her having played so many star emotional 
roles that there is something a thought too 
simple in the character of Georgie quite to 
fit itself to her touch. Georgie is just plain, 
ordinary — or perhaps I ought to say pretty, 
ordinary — girl. She, being all Southern, is 
revolted when she first is told — bravely told, 
by Morrow himself — the secret. And being 
all woman, she afterward recalls only the 
whiteness of him, body and soul, and wants to 
go back. The girlish simplicity of Georgie 
was well, but too palpably, acted; the emo- 
tionalism, in the moment of wild recoil, very 
well done indeed. 

Thurlow Bergen's mistake is in striking the 
romantic note. It is evident that Edward 
Sheldon's idea is that Morrow shall be plain, 
simple, straightforward American, except, per- 
haps, for a touch of the old-fashioned cour- 
tesy and dignity of the Southern gentleman. 
But the trail of the romantic leading man 
was over the presentation right through, al- 
though there were many good moments. One 
could analyze the acting, and find almost no 
flaw, save for this essential error of straying 
from the pitch. 

There is no lack of care or thought or 
technical excellence that was evident in the 
scene in which Morrow learns the long-hidden 
secret of his birth. There is, after amaze- 
ment and incredulity have given way to sick- 
ening belief, a slackening of all the lines of 
character in face and figure. Then comes 
wild, savage, futile wrath against the grand- 
father who failed to destroy the betraying 
letter; and then, when Xoyes, in this hour of 
defeat, tries to press the screws and gain his 
way. a sudden return of the nature of the 
real man. For his soul is white, and the 
black drops are lost in the stream of blood 
from his white ancestors. 

Perhaps Edward Sheldon meant to depict 
the momentary ascendancy of black over 
white, in that scene in which Morrow forced 

his wild embrace on the shuddering, mo- 
mentarily revolted girl. But it needs no argu- 
ment to prove that white men have acted that 
way, and it might as easily be the frenzied 
revolt of masterful man against "a sea of 
troubles" that he knows must eventually sub- 
merge him. 

A very excellent impersonation of Xoyes. 
the Southern materialistic type of political- 
commercial wooer of expediency, was played 
by George Barhier. who was so real beside 
Bergen's romanticism that there were mo- 
ments when his portraiture dominated. An 
admirable Southern accent, an excellent 
make-up, genuineness of manner, naturalness 
of tone and inflections, a conception of the 
proper spirit in which to play the part, all 
gave the impersonation such reality and value 
as to make one feel that it should serve as a 

Louise Rial's "Mammy," who is the only 
living link with the disinterred past, is splen- 
didly represented as one of those dumb, faith- 
ful old negrcsses all patience, fidelity, and 
reticence — qualities they often owed to a thin 
strain of white blood. The actress had a 
moving scene when Mammy is called upon 
to break the silence of sixty years, and 
sounded a true note of pathos in her depic- 
tion of patient, restrained, and long-hoarded 

The minor characters are all suitably and 
carefully represented, and the performance, 
as a whole, is so creditable that it would 
probably advertise itself into a greater draw- 
ing success by a lengthier stay. 


The Kocian Violin Concerts. 

Jarislav Kocian. the marvelous Bohemian 
violin virtuoso, who had not been heard in 
this city since he appeared here as a "wun- 
derkind" some ten years ago. will give his 
first concert at Christian Science Hall this 
Sunday afternoon. January 15, assisted by 
Maurice Eisner, piano virtuoso. Kocian will 
offer a most interesting programme, including 
the concerto by D'Ambrosio (first time in 
this city), andante and Pncludium by Bach, 
"Humoresque" by Kocian. adagio by Ries. 
"Zephyr" by Hubay, and Paganini's extremely 
difficult "I Palpiti." 

The second concert is announced for 
Thursday night, January 19, when the virtuoso 
will offer Tschaikowsky's concerto, "Largo" 
and "Allegro Assai" by Bach. "Serenade" by 
Kocian, andante sostenuto by Goldmark, "Far- 
falla" by Sauret, and Paganini's "Hexentanz." 

At the farewell concert, Sunday afternoon, 
January 22, Edouardo Lalo's "Symphonie Es- 
pagnole," Bach's "Chaconne," Wieniawski's 
"Faust" Fantasie, and other interesting works 
will be given. 

The numbers of Mr. Eisner, the pianist, will 
be equally interesting. 

Seats are on sale at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s 
for all three concerts, and on Sunday the 
box-office will be open at the hall after 
ten a. m. 

Kocian will play in Oakland next Friday 
afternoon, January 20, at Ye Liberty Play- 
house, at 3 :30. For this event seats will be 
ready Monday at the box-office of that the- 

Pepito Arriola, a Genuine Musical Genius. 

Since the days of Mozart few of the "wun- 
derkind" have fulfilled the promises of their 
youth. Gerardy, the violincellist, Teresa Car- 
reno and Josef Hoffman, pianists, are among 
the few who appeared in public before the 
age of eight and who have maintained their 
positions after maturity. 

Among the wonder children of late years 
none has created such a deep impression as 
Pepito Arriola, the Spanish boy pianist, and 
his career has been such that although yet 
but twelve years old he has firmly established 
himself as truly a genius and a great musi- 
cian. At the age of seven Pepito played with 
the Gewandhaus Orchestra of Leipsic, and 
the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra under 
Xikisch. and since then he has appeared in 
the principal music centres of the world, and 
everywhere the critics have agreed that here 
was truly a great genius and called him "the 
reincarnation of Mozart." 

Pepito has his own ideas about the works 
of Beethoven. Schumann, Bach, and others, 
and invests his playing with a personal quality 
that stamps him as one of the few God-gifted 

Manager Greenbaum announces three pro- 
t grammes by this lad that are equal to any 
offered by Paderewski. Rosenthal, or any of 
the famous virtuosi. The concerts will be 
given at Christian Science Hall. Tuesday and 
Thursday nights. Januaiy 24 and 26. and Sun- 
day afternoon, January 29. 

Seats will be ready next Thursday morn- 

Exhibition of Dr. Genthe's Color Plates 


Vickery, Atkins & Torrey 


January Ninth to Twenty-Fourth 

ing, at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s. 
plete programmes may be obtained. 

Pepito Arriola's Oakland concert will be 
given at Ye Liberty Playhouse on Friday 
afternoon, January 27. at 3 :30. 

"There are a lot of girls who don't ever in- 
tend to get married." "How do you know ':" 
■*I've proposed to several." — Cleveland Leader. 




Sifett and most magnificent theatre in America 

Week Beginning This Sunday Afternoon 
t Matinee Every Day 


LIAN EURKIIART and Company, in the Min- 
iature Drama. "What Every Woman Wants"; 
Return Next Week Oniv CHAS. LEONARD 
FLETCHER and Company: HANLON" 
New Orphcum Motion Pictures; Last Week, 
BOXITA, assisted by Lew Hearn and Com- 

Evening prices, 10c, 25c, 50c, 75c. Box 
seats, SI- Matinee prices (except Sundays and 
holidays), 10c, 25c, 50c. Phones — Douglas 70, 
Home C 1570. 


^^ The Leading Playhouse 

Phona: Franklin 150 Home C5783 

One Week— Beginning MON. NIGHT. TAN. 16 

Matinee Saturday Only 

Henry B. Harris presents 


A comedy in four acts by James Forbes, author 
of "The Chorus Ladv" and "The Commuters" 
Monday. Jan. 23— -THE GIRL IX THE 
TAXI." It's a Scream. 

McALUSTER. nr. Market 
Phones: Market 130 

Home ;:- :: 

This Sunday eve. — Last times of Florence 

Roberts in "The Xigger" 

Starting Monday — Six Xights Only 


In Her Jolly Sea-Breezy Comedy 


By Frank Stayton 

As played at Daly's and Maxine Elliott's 

Theatres, Xew York 

Seats at the Theatre and Emporium. 

Mondav, Jan. 23— "THE CHOCOLATE 



Sacramento and Scott 


Bohemian Violin Vinooso 

Maurice Eisner, Pianist 

2 Sunday afts, Jan. 1 5 and 22 ; 
Thursday eve, Jan. 19 

Seats S2.00, SI. 50. $1.00, at Sher- 
man, Clay & Co.'s. 

fcft~l.-1.» M *1 Friday aft, Jan. 20 

Oakland ye uberty 

Steioway Piano Used. 


The Boy Pianist 
"The Reincarnation of 
Tuesday and Ttonrsday, Jai. 24-26 
Snndaj aft. Jan. 29 
Seats S2.00. SI. 50. S1.00. 
Ready next Tbnrsday at Sher- 
man. Clay & Co.'s. 


Friday oft, Jan. 27 

Baldwin Piano Used. 

EXTRA ! ! Request Concert 


Next Saturday eve, Jan. 21 

at 8:15 

Seats $3.00, $2.00. $1.50 

1500 Balcony at $1.00 

Sherman. Clay & Co.'s, accompanied by current funds. 
Special attention 10 country orders. 

Box-office next Wednesday at 9 a. m. 
Hardman Piano U;ed. 
ComioE— SIGMUND BEEL. Violinist. 




Racine every Week Day, Rain or Shine 


First Race at 1:40 p. m. 
Admission— Men, $2 - - * - Ladies, $1 

For special trains stopping at the track, take 
S. P. Ferry, foot of Market St.; leave at 12 
m., thereafter every 20 minutes until 1:40 p. 
m. No smoking in the last two cars, which 
are reserved for ladies and their escorts. 


PERCY W. TREAT, Secretary. 


January 14, 1911. 


To the ever-growing list of perverted 
proverbs must be added the motor maxims 
perpetrated by Harper's Weekly: 

Still motors run cheap. 

It's a short lane knows no scorching. 

It's a wise chauffeur that knows his own 

A garage is known by the cars it keeps for 

A motor in hand is worth two in the ditch. 

It requires little learning to be a tooter of 
a horn. 

A good road is rather to be chosen than 
great ditches. 

A spark-plug that can spark and won't spark 
ought to be plugged. 

He who speeds and runs away may live to 
"be n?bbed another day. 

A rut in the road may prove the power be- 
hind the throne. 

Little motors have big gears. 

Never look a gift taxi in the meter. 

A scorched chauffeur dreads the tire. 

A good car needs no push. 

It's a poor clutch that won't work in a 
tight squeeze. 

Too many tinkers spoil the car. 

Never judge a motor by the mortgage on 
the roof. 

A car in time saves sole leather. 

Satan finds work for idle cars to do. 

A green chauffeur maketh a fat undertaker. 

De motorists nil nisi finem. 

Dum Speedimus, Speedamus ! 

Of two constables, choose the smallest. 

What can't be cured should be insured. 

Collisions never come singly. 

A rolling car gathers no dross. 

It is better to turn back than to turn turtle. 

Parisian society has tired of the jigsaw 
puzzle and adopted the surprise dinner as a 
relaxation. Of course the surprise dinner is 
not exactly new, but in the French capital 
some amusing additions to the original idea 
have been evolved. Thus, quite recently, a 
well-known author and his wife celebrated 
their wedding day. They had been out for a 
drive to the Bois du Boulogne, and had strolled 
down the pathway where they became en- 
gaged. They had ordered dinner for two at 
home, and when they returned for the meal 
were a bit surprised to hear much laughter 
and talking coming from the interior of their 
flat. On entering they did not recognize the 
rooms in which they had lived for the last 
ten years. A crowd of their friends had in- 
vaded the apartments and transformed the 
chief room into a replica of the country regis- 
trar's office in which they had been married. 
The guests were trinked out like villagers, 
and the garde champetre or local policeman 
was master of the ceremonies. Madame was 
laid hold of and carried off, and, despite her 
laughing protests, was arrayed in her wedding 
dress. Before sitting down to table a repeti- 
tion of the marriage ceremony was hilariously 
gone through, and a bunch of ripe oranges 
utilized as a substitute for the wreath of 
orange blossoms. 

Bostonians and countless Sons and Daugh- 
ters of the Revolution will learn with ab- 
sorbed interest that an instructor in the dis- 
covery of family trees had made his appear- 
ance. In order to ascertain whether the 
family really came over with the Conqueror or 
sailed on the Mayfiotver, he advises, the first 
step is to have heart-to-heart talks with el- 
derly relatives. An aged grand-aunt in this 
connection may prove a treasure. When per- 
sonal recollections and those of the older 
members of the family have been exhausted, 
inquiry should be directed to any -written rec- 
ords in the possession of any members of the 
family. Happy hunting-grounds for pedigree- 
seekers are : 

Old family Bibles. 

Ancient deeds. 

Old photograph albums and framed sil- 
houette portraits. 

Mourning rings, which usually give the date 
of death and age. 

Parish registers. 

Tombstones in village churches. 

Naturally these instructions are intended 
for those who have more spare time than 
cash. When the check-book is able to bear 
constant use it would be an absurd waste of 
energy and a reckless interference with the 
rights of men to attempt to do for one's 
self what so many others are willing to 
undertake for a consideration. If you can buy 
family roots, why go to the trouble of digging 
them ? 

There is the case of the globe-trotter, too. 
He may make his journeys by actual steamers 
and railway trains, or he may encircle the 
earth by stickers. Yet the way some moralists 
talk would imply that there is something crim- 
inal in the latter method. Hence the uplift- 
ing of hands of horror at the statement that 
an American has established himself at Yoko- 
hama for the purpose of dealing exclusively 
in stickers for trunks and suit cases. The 
customer orders them by mail, fastens them 
to his own baggage, and saves all the time 
7} id !T v ney needed to collect them in the old 
f it, as is well known, the American is 

not the first in this field. Porters in Euro- 
pean hotels have been carrying on a kindred 
industry for some years. If you had meant 
to go to some place but hadn't quite got 
there ; if you would have gone except for the 
time and bother involved; if you felt that 
you ought to have gone for the sake of a com- 
plete tour, or if you merely appreciated the 
decorative value of a well-known name, a 
small tip provided you with what you wanted. 
You had your suit case labeled according to 
your taste and fancy. On the other hand, so 
varied is human nature, there are travelers 
who actually object to their baggage being 
made into a gallery of stickers. Their fate 
is sometimes too pitiful to contemplate. Such 
was the case of the man who had toured the 
continent for three months, and who, by un- 
ceasing vigilance, kept his suit case in its vir- 
gin state all the way from Vienna to Hoboken. 
Then came a moment's carelessness, and a 
New Jersey express company undid all the 
watchfulness of months by a cheap hotel label. 

When the apostle Paul insisted upon women 
keeping their heads covered in church he had 
no prophetic knowledge of the Merry Widow 
hat or any of its successors. The clerics are 
beginning to find the apostolic mandate as 
much of a trial as the theatre-goer, and a 
dignity of the Catholic Church has been sug- 
gesting a compromise by the adoption of a 
modified form of the Spanish mantilla. 
"Surely nothing can be more suitable," he 
says, "more becoming to a woman in church, 
than the neat black veil worn in Spain and 
Italy. Every woman who has audience of the 
Holy Father has to wear it. It was — by re- 
quest — worn very extensively at the London 
Eucharistic Congress and at the consecration 
of Westminster Cathedral ; and I do not think 
any unpleasantness was experienced by those 
wearing it even in the streets. Ladies think 
nothing of going in the streets or trains to 
entertainments in evening dress and a slight 
veil or shawl over the head, and nobody re- 
marks upon it." 

If the secretary of the Order of the Golden 
Age had been a carnivorous person he might 
have had sufficient energy and forethought to 
have sent out the menu for his "fruiterian 
Christmas dinner" in time for experiment in 
1910. Perhaps, however, he is looking a 
year ahead and wants to be in good time for 
next December with this seductive bill of 
fare : 
Mock Turtle Soup, Fried bread dice. 

Julienne Soup, Rice biscuits 
Mock Fish Patties. 
Mock White Fish, Parsley sauce. 

Nut Roast, Yorkshire pudding 

Macaroni Rissoles, Sauce piquante. 

Potatoes Sautes. Cauliflowers. 

Cheese Omelette. 

Plum Pudding. Mince Pies. 

Stewed Pears, Clotted cream. 

Fresh Fruits. Preserved Ginger. 

Dates. Almonds and Muscatels. Figs. 

Any wife who wants to cure any husband 
of a growing weakness for another member of 
her sex has only, in most cases, to follow the 
example of Molly Carroll as set forth by Jesse 
Williams in his new story. That example 
should be adopted by all tried wives as the 
camping test, especially if the rival is not 
great on the simple life. Muriel was too blind 
to see through Molly's plan in inviting her 
to camp with Fred and herself in true primi- 
tive style. But before the test had ended 
Muriel saw a great light. 

"It was the last day of Muriel's visit at 
the Carrolls' camp. The climate or something 
did not agree with her. and so she was leav- 
ing earlier than had been expected, much to 
Molly's disappointment, it seems. Fred, too, 
protested politely. In all the ten days he had 
never once been out of Muriel's sight. Molly 
saw to that. 

"Muriel was not at her best camping (as 
Molly had known). She 'adored nature,' but not 
in the raw. The only kind of camping she had 
ever done was at certain Adirondack 'camps' 
which contained footmen and formal gardens. 
This was different. There was but one guide, 
an old friend of the Carrolls named John, 
who was willing to do anything, but expected 
the 'city sports' to do their share. Since 
Muriel was a guest, Molly and Fred did 
Muriel's share, because she did not know 
much about camp life in the woods. 

"Molly did. She was good in camp. 'You 
are the only woman I ever knew,' Fred had 
once said, 'who isn't a nuisance in the woods.' 
That was the summer they became engaged — 
perhaps it had something to do with their be- 
coming engaged — and a girl does not forget 
much that is said to her during the summer 
she is engaged. At any rate, it had every- 
thing to do with their being there now, midst 
the poignant memories awakened by the spark- 
ling outdoor air with the reminiscent odors 
of the clean pine forest. Odors are often pow- 
erful allies in certain kinds of war — where all 
is fair. 

"But camping did not seem to suit Muriel's 
long, attenuated style, and the sun played 
havoc with her beautiful nose. She could not 
drape herself becomingly upon the rocks, as 
with the Italian chairs in the soft candle-light 
of the studio. And the erotic perfume of 
her delicate presence, once so maddening tc 

this man, now seemed rather out of place. He 
was a fastidious chap. 

"And then, too, she talked at breakfast ! 
That was something Molly had long since 
learned would never do when Fred was 
around. She talked interestingly, but it 
wouldn't do. 'See those clouds,' she would 
say, 'like disappointed hopes.' 

" 'Yes, indeed,' said Fred, without looking 
up. 'Any more flapjacks, Molly?' He was un- 
shaven and his cravatless flannel shirt was 
open at the throat — a gross creature." 

As Fred as well as Muriel divined Molly's 
little scheme at last, it looks as though the 
camping test may contribute not a little to 
the diminution of business at Reno. 



Condition and Value of the Assets and Liabilities 


It® Hibernia Savings 
and Loan Society 



(Member of the Associated Savings Banks of San Francisco) 



1— Bonds of the United States (§9.610,000.00), of the State of California and 

Municipalities thereof ($2,715,937.50), the actual value of which is $14,541,303.43 

2 — Cash in United States Gold and Silver Coin and Checks 1,716,630.95 

3 — Miscellaneous Bonds, the actual value of which is 6,522,208.85 

They arc: 
"San Francisco and North Pacific Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" 
($476,000.00), "Southern Pacific Branch Railway Company of California 6 
per cent Bonds" ($291,000.00), "Western Pacific Railway Company 5 per 
cent Bonds" ($250,000.00), "San Francisco and San Joaquin Valley Railway 
Company 5 per cent Bonds" ( $1 08,000.00) , "Northern California Railway 
Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($83,000.00), "Northern Railway Company of 
California 5 per cent Bonds" ($29,000.00), "San Francisco, Oakland and 
San Jose Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($5,000.00), "Southern 
Pacific Railway Company 6 per cent Bonds" ($1,000.00), "Market Street 
Cable Company 6 per cent Bonds" ($858,000.00), "Market Street Railway 
Company first Consolidated Mortgage 5 per cent Bonds" ($753,000.00), "Los 
Angeles Pacific Railroad' Company of California Refunding 5 per cent 
Bonds" ($400,000.00), "Los Angeles Railway Company of California 5 per 
cent Bonds" ($334,000.00), "Powell Street Railway Company 6 per cent 
Bonds" ($185,000.00), "The Omnibus Cable Company 6 per cent Bonds" 
($167,000.00), "Sutter Street Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($150.- 
000.00), "Gough Street Railway Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($20,000.00), 
"Ferries and Clin" House Railway Company 6 per cent Bonds" ($6,000.00), 
"The Merchants' Exchange 7 per cent Bonds" ($1,475,000.00), "San Fran- 
cisco Gas and Electric Company 4J^ per cent Bonds" ($463,000.00), "Los 
Angeles Gas and Electric Company 5 per cent Bonds" ($100,000.00), 
"Spring Valley Water Company 4 per cent Bonds" ($50,000.00). 

4 — Promissory Notes and the debts thereby secured, the actual value of 

which is 32,710,065.24 

The Condition of said Promissory Notes and debts is as follows: They 
are all existing Contracts, owned by said Corporation, and are payable 
to it at its office, which is situated at the corner of Market, McAllister and 
Jones Streets, in the City and County of San Francisco, State of Cali- 
fornia, and the payment thereof is secured by First Mortgages on Real 
Estate within this State. Said Promissory Notes are kept and held by said 
Corporation at its said office, which is its principal place of business, and said 
Notes and debts are there situated. 

5 — Promissory Notes and the debts thereby secured, the actual value of 

which is - 194,758.06 

The Condition of said Promissory Notes and debts is as follows: 
They are all existing Contracts, owned by said Corporation and are payable 
to it at its office, which is situated as aforesaid, and the payment thereof is 
secured by pledge and hypothecation of Bonds of Railroad and Quasi- 
Public Corporations and other securities. / 

6 — (a) Real Estate situated in the City and County of San Francisco 
($301,681.53), and in the Counties of Santa Clara ($18,275.98), Alameda 

($2,818.39), in this State, the actual value of which is 322,775.90 

(b) The Land and Building in which said Corporation keeps its said office, 

the actual value of which is 1,013,841.10 

The Condition of said Real Estate is that it belongs to said Corporation, 
and part of it is productive. 

Total Assets $57,021,583.53 


1 — Said Corporation Owes Deposits Amounting to and the actual value of 

which is $53,124,280.81 


2 — Reserve Fund, Actual Value 3,897,302.72 

Total Liabilities $57,021,583.53 


Bv TAMES R. KELLY, President. 

Bv R. M. TOBIN, Secretary. 

City and County of San Francisco i 

JAMES R. KELLY and R. M. TOBIN, being each duly sworn, each for himself, says: 
That said JAMES R. KELLY r is President and that said R. M. TOBIN is Secretary of THE 
HIBERNIA SAVINGS AND LOAN SOCIETY', the Corporation above mentioned, and that 
the foregoing statement is true. JAMES R. KELLY", President. 

R. M. TOBIN, Secretary. 
Subscribed and sworn to before me this 3d day of January, 1911. 


Notary Public in and for the City and County of 

San Francisco, State of California. 

Deposits made on or before January 10, 1911, will draw interest from 
January 1, 1911. 

January 14, 1911. 



Grave and Gay, Epierammat'c and Otherwise. 

The occupant of the fourth-floor flat was 
looking through the pages of the dictionary 
the agent was trying to sell him. "No," he 
said, closing the book and handing it back, 
"I don't want it. It's twenty years behind 
the times. It defines "janitor' as the 'care- 
taker' of a building. He's the caremaker !" 

At a Christmas dinner in Washington a 
statesman, who had been much in the public 
eye, was called upon after the meal to make 
a little speech. He rose and began, "You 
have been giving your attention so far to a 
turkey stuffed with sage. You are now about 
to give your attention to a sage stuffed with 
turkey !" 

A burglar went home one night, fumbled 
noiselessly at the keyhole and let himself in 
without making a sound. He was about to 
creep softly upstairs, when his wife appeared 
on the upper landing. "Mike," said she, "wot 
makes ye come in so quiet?" "Blame it!" 
bellowed the burglar, "I thought I was in 
another house !" 

Two Scotchmen met and exchanged the 
small talk appropriate to the hour. As they 
were parting to go supperward, Sandy said 
to Jock: "Jock, mon. I'll go ye a roond on 
the links in the morrn'." "The morrn' ?" 
Jock repeated doubtfully. "Aye, mon, the 
morrn'," said Sandy. "I'll go ye a roond on 
the links the morrn'." "Aye, wee'l," said 
Sandy. "I'll go ye. But I had intended to 
get marriet in the morrn'." 

The husband came home very late the other 
night from an important political meeting. 
In the hall he kicked up rather a row, growl- 
ing and swearing to himself till his wife 
called to him from upstairs, "What's the mat- 
ter, my dear?" "Matter — hie — is," he shouted, 
"that there are two hat racks here, and I 
dunno which one to hang my hat on." "But 
you've got two hats, haven't you ?" said the 
wife, soothingly. "Hang one on each rack !" 

A young attorney not noted for his bril- 
liancy recently appeared in court to ask for 
an extra allowance in an action which he was 
so fortunate as to have been retained in. 
The court not discovering anything at all un- 
usual, complicated, or extraordinary about the 
litigation, inquired of the young man : "What 
is there about this case that to you seems 
extraordinary ?" "That I got it," blandly and 
innocently replied the youthful aspirant for 

A group of normal school girls from an 
interior New York" town were together at 
Keeler's Restaurant, Albany, bent upon a lark, 
which they agreed could best be attained by 
ordering some real drinks, like the men. The 
waiter, on being directed to bring "some 
drinks" all around, asked, "What kind ?" 
The leader replied with firmness, "Cocktails." 
"Yes, miss," said the waiter ; "what kind of 
cocktails?" This threw the girls into con- 
fusion, until one of them saved the situation 
by suddenly exclaiming, "Oh ! lager." 

An elderly gentleman, who knew something 
of law, lived in an Irish village where no 
lawyers had ever penetrated, and was in the 
habit of making the wills of his neighbors. 
At an early hour one morning he was aroused 
from his slumber by a knocking at his gate, 
and, putting his head out of the window, he 
asked who was there. "It's me, your honor 
— Paddy Flaherty. I could not get a wink 
of sleep, thinking of the will I have made." 
"What's the matter with the will?" asked 
the lawyer. "Matter indeed !" replied Pat. 
"Shure, I've not left myself a three-legged 
stool to sit upon." 

A story went through Germany about a 
Schusterbub, or cobbler's boy, who waited out- 
side the palace to see the emperor come 
forth for his afternoon airing. Finding the 
delay tedious, he suddenly exclaimed : "The 
booby isn't coming! I shall go." A police- 
man at once caught him by the collar, and 
shouted, "Whom do you mean by 'the booby,' 
sirrah?" "Why, my friend Michel!" whined 
the boy. "He was to have met me here, but 
Tie hasn't come." The policeman, of course, 
accepted the explanation and let him go, 
whereupon the boy retreated twenty paces, 
struck a derisive attitude, and yelled, "And 
whom did you mean by 'the booby'?" 

A Kansas senator was in Philadelphia at 
shad time, and his political friends invited 
him to a monstrous dinner down the Dela- 
ware. The senator had a beautiful time. 
But he refused to admit that Pennsylvania, 
as a State, was superior to his loved Kansas 
or that the products of the East could sur- 
pass those of the West. When the planked 
shad was served the senator eyed it in ad- 
miration. "That's a beautiful fish," he said. 
"H'm," murmured tbe Philadelphia politician, 
who was his principal host, "I guess you don't 
have fish like that ir ' nsas, do you?" The 

senator shook his head. "No," he admitted. 
"No, we don't have fish like that in Kansas. 
We don't need 'em. The Lord knows where 
to send brain food." 

Senator Dash of Tallapoosa prided himself 
on his rise from the bottom, for Senator Dash 
in his youth had worked with the colored 
men in the cotton fields. Boasting at a polit- 
ical meeting about his rise, the senator 
singled out Uncle Calhoun Webster among 
his audience and said : "I see before me old 
Calhoun Webster, beside whom, in the broil- 
ing Southern sun, I toiled day after day. 
Now, ladies and gentlemen, I appeal to Uncle 
Calhoun. Tell us all, uncle, was I, or was I 
not, a good man in the cotton fields?" "Yo' 
wuz a good man, senatah," the aged negro 
replied, "yo wuz a good man fo' a fack ; but 
yo' sut'ny didn't work much." 


Song of the Wise. 
The make of the machine 

Is naught to us, 
Touring or limousine. 
Electric — gasoline, 

Small or commodious; 
Once we are placed inside 

No trifle mars, 
We who elect to ride 

In others' cars. 

The bursting of a tire 

But wakes our mirth; 
Let others in the mire 
Drag, hammer and perspire 

Prone on earth, 
They but arouse our wit. 

These trifling jars, 
We who elect to sit 

In others* cars. 

We are a folk serene 

Of mien benign; 
We buy no gasoline, 
Though justice intervene 

We pay no fine. 
Let some their wagons hitch 

Unto the stars. 
We still prefer our niche 

In others' cars. 

— Thcodosta Garrison, in 


A Reference. 
I do not care to learn to fly. 

I*d sooner stick to cozy nooks; 
Then, when my time shall come to die. 
My friends can whisper with a sigh : 

"How natural he looks!"' — Puck. 

Those Old Songs. 
'T can not sing the old songs !" 

Her voice rang sweetly clear ; 
It filled my heart with happiness, 

It calmed my every fear. 
"I can not sing the old songs!" 

Gadzooks! Cut that's all right! 
For these are those she used to sing 

From early morn till night: 

"Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?" 

"School Days." 

"Put On Your Old Gray Bonnet." 

"I've Got Rings On My Fingers." 

"Garden of Roses." 

"By the Light of the Silvery Moon." 


"That Mesmerising Mendelssohn Tune.' 

"What's the Matter With Father!" 

"Take Me Out to the Ball Game." 

She can not sing the old songs 

As in the days of yore — 
I'm glad of that; I've heard them all 

Ten thousand times or more. 
She can not sing the old songs! 

What rare, good luck, by gee! 
They may be dear to some folks, but 

They are not dear to me! *" 

— James B. Nevin, in Puck. 

He was inclined to fret and fuss because he was 

insominous, and he was always looking for 

some method of obtaining rest; 
He sought out numerous M. D.'s and haunted 

many pharmacies, and took the things they 

offered him and straightway put them to the 


He bothered every one he knew for magic potion, 
pill or brew; he asked the faddists for advice, 
indulging in a lengthy wail; 

He looked through the advertisements with most 
amazing diligence; he read the message of the 
quacks and bought the things they had for 

Oh, he got remedies enough — I hate to tell of all 
the stuff that he made way with day by day, 
the fluids, boluses and such; 

He swallowed them so oft and fast that those who 
watched him found at last that sleep was 
taking him in hand and holding him in tightest 

But in the end (such things befall) they could 
not wake him up at all — they tried with all 
their might, and oh, the eyes of all with 
tears were dim; 

He got the sleep he hungered for, and, I should 
say, a trifle more, and there was but one thing 
to do, which was, of course, to bury him. 

— Portia n d Or ego n \a n . 

Mello Cream Chocolates. 

An original chocolate cream confection. 
The most delicious yet. Packed only in Vz, 
1 and 2 pound Chocolate Colored Boxes. 60c 
a pound. At all four of Geo. Haas & Sons' 
Candy Stores: Phelan Building, Fillmore at 
Ellis, Van Ness at Sutter, and 28 Market 
Street, near Ferry. 


of Sad Francisco 


Capital. Surplus and Undivided Profits ... $ 1 1 .053.686.2 1 

Cash and Sight Exchange 1 1 .2 1 8.674.78 

Depoain 24.743.347. 1 6 

Isaias \V. Hellman President 

I. W. Hellman Je. .. .Vice-President 

F. L. LiPiiAN Vice-President 

James K. Wilson Vice-President 

Frank B. King Cashier 

W. McGavin Asst. Cashier 

E. L. Jacobs Asst. Cashier 

V. H. Rosetti Asst. Cashier 

C. L. Davis Asst. Cashier 









Costemert of tho Bank ire offered ererj fariSrj consistent wi 
prudes! banking. New aecscmls are mrileA. 


savings (THE GERMAN BANK) commercial 

I Meaner el tbe Associated Sanata Banks of Saa Franc* I 

526 California St., San Francisco, Cal. 

Guaranteed Capital S 1,200,000.00 

Capital actually paid up in cash.. 1,000,000.00 
Reserve and Contingent Funds.. 1,580,518.99 

Employees' Pension Fund 109,031.35 

Deposits December 31, 1910 42,039,580.06 

Total Assets 44,775,559.56 

Officers — President, N. Ohlandt; 1st Vice- 
President, Daniel Meyer; 2d Vice-President 
and Manager, George Tourny; 3d Vice-Presi- 
dent, J. \V. Van Bergen; Cashier, A. H. R. 
Schmidt; Assistant Cashier. William Herr- 
mann; Secretary. A. H. Muller; Assistant Sec- 
retaries, G. J. O. Folte and \Vm. D. Newhouse; 
Goodfellow, Eells & Orrick, General Attorneys. 

Boabo of Directors — N. Ohlandt, Daniel 
Meyer, George Tourny, J. \V. Van Bergen, 
Ign. Steinhart, I. N. Walter. F. Tillmann, Jr., 
E. T. Kruse, and W. S. Goodfellow. 

Mission Branch, 2572 Mission Street, be- 
tween 21st and 22d Streets. For receipt and 
payment of deposits only. C. W. Heyer, Mgr. 

Richmond District Branch, 432 Clement 
Street, between 5th and 6th Avenues. For re- 
ceipt and payment of Deposits only. W. C. 
Heyer, Manager. 

The Anglo and London Paris National Bank 

N. W. cor. Sutter and Sansome Streets 

Capital $4,000,000 

Reserve and Undivided Profits. . . 1 ,700,000 
Sig. Greenebaum. President: H. Fleisbhacker, Vice- 
President and Manager; Joseph Friedlander, Vice-Presi- 
dent: C. F. Hunt, Vice-President: R. Altscbal. Cashier: 
A. Hochstein, Asst. Cashier: C. R. Parker. Asst. Cashier; 
Win. H. High. Asst. Cashier: H. Choynski. Asst. Cashier; 
G. R. Bnrdick, Asst. Cashier: A. L. Laneermao, Secretary. 


We will submit offerings of spe- 
cially selected issues at attractive 
prices and will furnish infor- 
mation regarding any particular 
security upon your request. 

Established 1858 


412 Montgomery St. San Francisco 

French American Bank of Savings 

savings 108 SUTTER ST. commercial 

(Member of Aisodaled Sarists Banks of Su Frucbce) 

Capital Authorized $1,000,000.00 

Paid In 750,000.00 

Reserve and Surplus 220,331.45 

Total Resources 5,613,737.73 

Officers — A. Legallet, President; Leon Boc- 
queraz, Vice-President; J. M. Dupas, Vice- 
President; A. Bousquet, Secretary; John Ginty, 
Cashier; M. Girard, Assistant Cashier; P. 
Bellcmans, Assistant Cashier; P. A. Bergerot, 


FRANCISCO is located at Xos. 626-628 and 
630 Merchants' Exchange, where all business 
is transacted. The Free Labor Bureau of the 
Alliance in Oakland is at No. 700 Broadway. 
All classes of male help. Xo charge to em- 
ployer or employee. 



. of California, in and for the City and County 
of San Francisco. — Action No. 26,755; Dept. 1. 

HART, Plaintiffs, vs. All persons claiming any 
interest in, or lien upon, the real property herein 
described or any part thereof, Defendants. 

Attorney for Plaintiffs. 

The People of the State of California: To all 
persons claiming any interest in, or lien upon, 
the real property herein described or any part 
thereof, Defendants, greeting: 

You are hereby required to appear and answer 
the complaint of said JOSEPHINE HART 
PHELPS and PAULINE HART, Plaintiffs, filed 
with the Clerk of the above entitled Court and 
City and County, within three months after the 
first publication of this Summons, and to set 
forth what interest or lien, if any, you have in or 
upon that certain real property or any part there- 
of, situate in the City and County of San Fran- 
cisco, State of California, and bounded and more 
particularly described as follows, to-wit: 

FIRST — Commencing at the northeasterly cor- 
ner of Vallejo and Leavenworth Streets; running 
thence easterly on the northerly line of Vallejo 
Street twenty-five (25) feet; thence at right 
angles northerly one hundred and nine (109) 
feet and six (6) inches; thence at right angles 
westerly twenty-five (25) feet to the easterly line 
of Leavenworth Street; thence at right angles 
southerly along said line of Leavenworth Street 
one hundred and nine (109) feet and six (6) inches 
to the point of commencement, being part of 50- 
Vara Lot No. 885. 

SECOND — Commencing at a point on the north- 
westerly line of Harrison Street distant thereon 
one hundred (100) feet southwesterly from the 
southwesterly line of Fifth (5th) Street, running 
thence southwesterly and along said northwesterly 
line of Harrison Street twenty-five (25) feet; 
thence at a right angle northwesterly eighty-five 
(85) feet; thence at a right angle northeasterly 
twenty-five (25 ) feet ; thence at a right angle 
southeasterly eighty-five (85) feet to the north- 
westerly line of Harrison Street and the point 
of commencement, being a part of 100-Vara Lot 
No. 192. 

And you are hereby notified that, unless you so 
appear and answer, the plaintiffs will apply to the 
court for the relief demanded in the complaint, 
to-wit; a judgment and decree of this Court ad- 
judging and decreeing said plaintiffs above named 
to be the owners in fee-simple absolute, and each 
of said plaintiffs to be the owner in fee-simple 
absolute of an undivided one-half interest of and 
in said real property, and each piece and parcel 
thereof, and of every part thereof, and establish- 
ing and quieting the title of said plaintiffs in and 
to the said real property and every part thereof, 
and determining all adverse claims thereto, and 
ascertaining and determining all estates, rights. 
titles, interests and claims in and to the said 
real property and every part thereof, whether the 
same be legal or equitable, present or future, 
vested or contingent, and whether the same con- 
sists of mortgages or liens of any description; 
that plaintiffs recover their costs herein, and for 
such other and further relief as may be meet and 
just in the premises. 

Witness my hand and the seal of said court this 
28th dav of December, 1910. 

(Seal) H. I. MULCREVY, Clerk. 

By H. I. PORTER, Deputy Clerk. 


The first publication of this Summons was made 
in "The Argonaut," a newspaper, on the I4tb day 
of January, A. D. 1911. 

J. G. DE FOREST, Attorney for Plaintiffs. 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcroft Building, San Francisco, 
California. MEMORANDUM. 

The following persons are said to claim an in- 
terest in, or lien upon, said property, adverse to 

San Francisco, California. 

T. G. DE FOREST, Attorney for Plaintiffs, 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcroft Building, San Francisco, 


of California, in and for the City and County 
of San Francisco. — Action No. 26.756; Dept. 1. 

HART, Plaintiffs, vs. All persons claiming any 
interest in, or lien upon, the real property herein 
described or any part thereof. Defendants. 

Attorney for Plaintiffs. 

The People of the State of California: To all 
persons claiming any interest in, or lien upon, the 
real property herein described or any part thereof, 
Defendants, greeting: 

You are hereby required to appear and answer 
the complaint of said JOSEPHINE HART 
PHELPS and PAULINE HART. Plaintiffs, filed 
with the Clerk of the above entitled Court and 
City and County, within three months after the 
first publication of this Summons, and to set forth 
what interest or lien, if any, you have in or upon 
that certain real property or any part thereof, 
situate in the City and County of San Francisco, 
State of California, and bounded and more par- 
ticularly described as follows, to-wit: 

Commencing at the corner formed by the inter- 
section of the westerly line of Fillmore Street with 
the northerly line of Filbert Street, and running 
thence northerly along said westerly line of Fill- 
more Street twenty-four (24) feet; thence at 
right angles westerly one hundred (100) feet ; 
thence at right angles southerly twenty-four (24) 
feet to the said northerly line of Filbert Street; 
and thence at right angles easterly along said 
northerly line of Filbert Street one hundred (100) 
feet to the westerly line of Fillmore Street at the 
point of commencement, being part of Western 
Addition Block No. 343, as the same is laid down 
and numbered on the Official Map of the said City 
and County of San Francisco. 

And you are hereby notified that, unless you so 
appear and answer, the plaintiffs will apply to the 
Court for tbe relief demanded in the complaint, 
to-wit: a judgment and decree of this Court, ad- 
judging and decreeing said plaintiffs above named 
and Christine Hart to be the owners in fee- 
simple absolute of all of the real property herein- 
before described and of every part thereof, and 
the said plaintiffs to be each the owner in fee- 
simple absolute of an undivided one- fourth in- 
terest, and Christine Hart to be the owner in fee- 
simple absolute of an undivided one-half interest, 
of and in said real property, and of every part 
thereof, and establishing and quieting the title of 
said plaintiffs and the said Christine Hart in and 
to the said real property and every part thereof, 
and determining all adverse claims thereto, and 
ascertaining and determining all estates, rights, 
titles, interests, and claims in and to the said 
real property and every part thereof, whether the 
same be legal or equitable, present or future, 
vested or contingent, and whether the same con- 
sists of mortgages or liens of any description; that 
plaintiffs recover their costs herein, and for such 
other and further relief as may be meet in the 

Witness my hand and the seal of said Court 
this 2Sth day of December. 1910. 

fSeal) H. I. MULCREVY. Clerk. 

By II. I. PORTER, Deputy Clerk. 


The first publication of this Summons was made 
in "The Argonaut," a newspaper, on the 14th 
day of January*. A. D. 1911. 

J. G. DE FOREST. Attorney for Plaintiffs. 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcroft Building, San Francisco, 


The following persons are said to claim an in- 
terest in, or lien upon, said property, adverse to 

San Francisco, California. 

MISS CHRISTINE HART, address, care of 
Thomas Cook & Son, 43 Pragerstrasse, Dresden, 

J. G. DE FOREST. Attorney for Plaintiffs, 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcroft Building, San Franci^o. 


January 14, 1911. 


Notes and Gossip. 
A chronicle of the social happenings dur- 
ing the past week in the cities on and around 
the Bay of San Francisco will be found in 
the following department : 

The social activities of the week have been 
concentrated on the affairs planned for the mem- 
bers of the younger set, with the exception of the 
Cinderella Ball, which claimed the attention of 
society matrons who were buds of twenty-five 
years ago. and who acted as patronesses of the 
brilliant affair. The introduction of Miss Marie 
Louise Elkins to society on Saturday was one 
of the largest of these affairs of the winter. 
Much entertaining has been done during the past 
week for the three brides-elect. Miss Elizabeth 
Newhall, Miss Helene Irwin, and Miss Linda 
Cadwalader. whose weddings occupy dates on the 
social calendar in the near future. 

The aviation meet furnished the inspiration for 
much informal entertaining on the part of society 
during the first two days of the event. Motor 
parties, followed by teas and dinners, have been 
the form which these entertainments have taken, 
and have served as a novel feature of the week's 
social life. 

The engagement has been announced of Miss 
Nora Levy of Richmond, Virginia, and Mr. S. 
Haskett Derby, a well-known young gentleman 
of this city. The wedding will take place next 
summer, and Mr. Derby and his bride will make 
their home here. 

The wedding of Miss Margaret Marshall Doyle 
and Mr. Raymond Sallee Harris took place Tues- 
day afternoon at the home of the bride's mother, 
Mrs. Henry Doyle, on Washington Street. It 
was a quiet affair with only the relatives of the 
bride and groom present. 

Mrs. W. L. Elkins formally presented her daugh- 
ter, Miss Marie Louise Elkins, to society on 
Saturday afternoon at a brilliant reception at the 
Fairmont Hotel. 

The Cinderella Ball on Friday night at the 
Fairmont Hotel was a brilliant event and may be 
considered the climax of the series of handsome 
balls that have marked the season. The 
patronesses who received the guests on this oc- 
casion included Mrs. William S. Tevis, Mrs. W. 
L. Elkins, Vicomtesse de Tristan, Mrs. Joseph 
Donohoe, Mrs. Charles Josselyn, Mrs. John Brice, 
Mrs. James Otis, Mrs. Edward Eyre. Mrs. Percy 
Moore, Mrs. George Howard, Mrs. John Kittle, 
Mrs. William Bourn, Mrs. Harry Babcock, Mrs. 
George Boyd, Mrs. William Girvin, Mrs. Harry 
Stetson, Mrs. George Pope, Mrs. Charles Page, 
Mrs. Willis Polk, and Miss Jane Flood. 

Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Calhoun formally an- 
nounced the engagement of their daughter. Miss 
Margaret Calhoun, and Mr. Paul Foster at a 
dinner at the Fairmont Hotel on Tuesday evening, 
January 3. 

Mrs. Lawrence W. Harris entertained at a tea 
on Thursday afternoon in compliment to Miss 
Margaret Carrigan. The hostess was assisted in 
receiving her guests by Miss Margaret Nichols, 
Miss Vesta Read, Miss Marian Mathieu, Miss 
Katherine Hooper, Miss Elizabeth Bull, Miss Mar- 
garet Wilson, Miss Mildred Whitney, and Miss 
Margaret Everett. 

Mr. and Mrs. J. Athearn Folger entertained at 
a dance on Wednesday evening in honor of Miss 
Marjorie Josselyn. Mrs. Folger was assisted in 
receiving her guests by her daughters, Miss Eve- 
lyn Cunningham and Miss Genevieve Cunning- 

Mrs. Russell Wilson entertained at a dinner at 
her home on California Street on Tuesday even- 
ing in honor of Miss Ysobel Chase. 

Mrs. Peter McG. McBean was hostess at a 
luncheon at the Fairmont Hotel on Wednesday 
complimentary to Miss Elizabeth Newhall. - Among 
those who enjoyed her hospitality were Miss Eliza- 
beth Newhall, Miss Helene Irwin. Miss Mary 
Keeney, Miss Alexandra Hamilton, Miss Martha 
Calhoun, Miss Julia Langhorne, and Miss Marian 

. Miss Florence Guff entertained at bridge in 
honor of Miss Mildred Baldwin at the Fairmont 
Hotel on Monday. An informal tea followed ths 
afternoon at cards. 

Miss Grace Gibson entertained at luncheon on 
Wednesday at ber home on Broadway. The group 
of friends who were her guests included Mrs. 
Frederick Stott, Mrs. Albert Vance, Miss Justine 
McClanahan, Miss Florence Guff, Miss Lurline 
Matson, Miss Kathleen Farrell, Miss Mildred 
Baldwin, Miss Amalia Simpson, Miss Florence 
Braverman, Miss Kate Peterson. Miss Dorothy 
Mann, Miss Marguerite Doe, and Miss Ethel 

Mrs. Fletcher Ryer was hostess at a luncheon 
at the Hotel St. Francis on Thursday, her guests 
being Mrs. Robert Hayes Smith, Mrs. Henry 
Foster Dutton, Miss Cecilia O'Connor, and Miss 
Cornelia O'Connor. 

Mr. and Mrs. Leopold Michaels entertained 
at a handsome dinner at the Hotel St. Francis 
on Thursday evening. Among their guests were 
Colonel and Mrs. Frederick von Schroeder, Major 
and Mrs. Haldiman P. Young, Captain and Mrs. 
Charles Lyman, and General and Mrs. Stringer. 
Mrs. William Ashe presided at a dinner at 
the Fairmont Hotel on Friday evening, which she 
gave in honor of her niece. Miss Constance Mc- 
Laren, preceding the Cinderella ball. Among her 
guests were Miss McLaren, Miss Dora Winn. 
Miss Gertrude Thomas, Miss Louise McCor- 
mick. Miss Ethel McAllister, Mr. Norman Mc- 
Laren, Mr. Samuel Hamilton, Mr. Lovell Lang- 
stroth, Captain Fergussen, Mr. Harry Brett, and 
Mr. Frank Towne. 

Mr. and Mrs. Othello Scribner (formerly Miss 
Florence Ives) have been much entertained since 
their return from their honeymoon trip. Mr. and 
Mrs. Joseph Chanslor entertained for them on 
Wednesday evening at dinner, at which the other 
guests were Mr. and Mrs. William S. Porter and 
Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Fen wick. 

Miss Marian Mathieu entertained at a theatre 
party fol' .»wed by an informal tea at the Hotel 
St. Francis on Wednesday, which was chaperoned 
by Mrs. Frank Mathieu. 

Mrs. Edward T. Allen was hostess at a recep- 
tion on Friday at her home on Jackson Street in 
)> . r < " Mrs. George Kenyon, wife of Ensign 
( " the U. S. S. West Virginia. Assisting 

Mrs. Allen were Miss Ella Kenyon, Miss Anna 
Kenyon, Miss Amalia Simpson. Miss Johanna 
Yolkman, Miss Marie Waterhouse, Miss Yivienne 
Gedge, and Miss Marie Hall. 

The second of the University Assemblies took 
place on Saturday evening at Century Hall, and 
was largely attended. Those who received the 
guests were Mrs. James McNah. Mrs. Charles F. 
Runyon, Mrs. William Schrock, Mrs. George V. 
Wending, and Mrs. William Palmer. 

The Misses Morrison entertained at a hand- 
some luncheon at their home. Paradise, at San 
Jose on Saturday in honor of Colonel and Mrs. 
John A. Lundeen, who are leaving shortly for 
their new station in the Philippines. Among the 
guests were Colonel and Mrs. St. John Chubb, 
Colonel and Mrs. Nat, Pfister, Dr. and Mrs. W. 
A. Brewer, Judge Houghton, Judge and Mrs. 
Charles Weller, Mrs. William Ashburner, and 
Miss Christy. 

Mrs. Robert Hayes Smith entertained at lunch- 
eon on Saturday in honor of Mrs. Estelle Cook 
Postley. Her other guests ■ were Mrs. Henry 
Foster Dutton, Mrs. Worthington Ames, Mrs. 
Fletcher Ryer. Mrs. William Porter. Mrs. Alex- 
ander Hamilton, Mrs. John C. Wilson, Mrs. 
Rothschild. Mrs. Herbert Moffitt, Miss Jennie 
Blair, Miss Joliffe, and the Misses O'Connor. 

Miss Amalia Simpson entertained at a theatre 
party followed by an informal tea on Tuesday. 

Miss Harriett Stone entertained at a tea on 
Sunday afternoon in honor of Miss Marguerite 

In the course of the excavations which 
are still being made at Pompeii the body of 
a petrified woman has been discovered. On 
the body were jewels of great value, includ- 
ing bracelets, necklaces, and chatelaines, and 
it is assumed from this that their wearer be- 
longed to the patrician class. Especially re- 
markable among the jewels are two clasps, 
each composed of twenty-one pearls in a clus- 
ter. These clasps have both an artistic and 
an archaeological value, for nothing compar- 
able with them has been found before among 
the ruins of Pompeii. Pompeii, on the Nea- 
politan Riviera, was founded about 600 B. C-, 
and down to the time of its destruction, A. D. 
79, it was a sort of Rome-super-Mare, fre- 
quented by the aristocracy, if not by Caligula 
and Xero, in whose honor it erected triumphal 
arches. Fed from the capital with every 
luxury and distinction, it included temples in 
which the inhabitants were encouraged to 
make costly sacrifices. The city of Pompeii 
was nearly ruined by earthquake in A. D. 63, 
but it had returned to its former gayety and 
licentiousness when in 79 it was overwhelmed 
by the ashes of Vesuvius. 

What devastations of bird life are being 
wrought at the dictates of fashion are set forth 
in a vivid manner by an expert who has de- 
voted years of study to the question. Among 
ornamental feathers assumed for show during 
the courting season the strangely beautiful tail 
of the lyre-bird of Australia is unequaled. A 
few years ago over four hundred lyre-birds 
were killed in one district to supply the Lon- 
don plumage market. It is not so long ago 
since some sordid vandals surrounded a patch 
of scrub in which some representatives of this 
fast-disappearing genus were known to be 
breeding, and setting fire to it shot down 
those avian marvels as they struggled through 
one pitiless ring of fire only to meet their 
death in another. The lyrate plumes having 
been cut oft", the bodies were thrown aside to 
rot. The result of such ruthless butchery is 
seen in the fact that fifty-two tails only were 
catalogued for the past year's feather sales in 
London. The egret has been practically ex- 
terminated in North America and in China, 
and is now so scarce that the best selected 
plumes are fetching forty dollars an ounce. 
■ « • » ■ 

The home of Mr. and Mrs. O. E. Mertz in 
Philadelphia has been brightened by the ad- 
vent of a son, who has been named Oscar 
after his father and grandfather. Mrs. Mertz 
was formerly Miss Alice Hueter of San Fran- 
cisco, daughter of Mr. Ernest L. Hueter. 

Pupils of the San Francisco Conservatory 
of Music will give a concert at Golden Gate 
Commandery Hall, 2135 Sutter Street, on 
Tuesday evening, January 17. Vocal, piano, 
and violin solos will be offered, with a mono- 
logue and a one-act play. 


Mello Cream Chocolates. 

A new brand of chocolate creams. Large 
chocolates with soft, creamy centres, in four 
flavors. At all four of Geo. Haas & Sons' 
candy stores : Phelan Building, Fillmore at 
Ellis, Van Ness at Sutter, and 28 Market 
Street, near Ferry. 

Tetrazzini Sings Here Once More. 

On account of the many requests for an- 
other Tetrazzini concert, the tour of the great 
diva has been so arranged that she will he 
able to give just one more concert in this city 
prior to her journey eastward. This concert 
will be given in Dreamland Rink, next Satur- 
day night, January 21, and a special request 
programme will be offered. Requests for any 
of the great works in the Tetrazzini reper- 
tory may be sent to the box-office at Sherman, 
Clay & Co.'s. Paul Steindorft and his splen- 
did orchestra will again lend their aid, and 
the occasion will be a memorable one. Com- 
plete programmes will be announced in a few- 

The prices will range from $3 to $1.50 for 
reserved seats, and the entire balcony of 1500 
seats will be sold at the rate of $1. These 
admission tickets may be bought at the down- 
town box-office in advance, which will save 
a long wait in line. 

Mail orders may now be addressed to Wili 
L. Greenbaum, care of Sherman, Clay & Co. 
These must be accompanied by check or 
money order, and will be held at the box- 
office until called for unless a stamped and 
self-addresed envelope is enclosed. The box- 
office will open next Wednesday morning. 
January IS. at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s. 

After this farewell appearance in this city 
Tetrazzini will sing twice in Los Angeles and 
then leave for her Eastern tour. 

An exhibition of paintings and sketches by 
Gottardo Piazzoni will be opened at the 
Sketch Club. 220 Post Street, on Monday, 
January 16, to continue through the week. 
The public are invited to see the pictures. 
Most of the paintings are of Mill Valley 
scenery, and of that neighborhood, though 
there are some Monterey County sketches and 
some views of rural France, and all have par- 
ticular interest for lovers of art. 

Ethel Barry more has just appeared in a 
revival in New York of Pinero's "Trelawny 
of the Wells." but the presentation is making 
only a transient success. 




tl. , a OTTLED BY _„.' 









Guaranteed under 
the Pure Food Law 

Sold at all first-lass oaf es and by jobbers. 
Y\ 1L I-aXahav £ SOX. Baltimore. Md. 




From New York Jan. 21, 25; Feb. 4, 18, 22; and March 11 

20.000-too STEAMERS. BEST ROUTES. Small select Parties under able leadership 

THE BEST IN ORIENTAL TRAVEL oth " T °™ c £« s ££ B *? t ? - Japa " 


THOS. COOK AND SON, 689 Market St, San Francisco 

Phone Kearny 3512 

Monadnock Building 

The Hamlin School 

2230 Pacific Ave., San Francisco 

A Boarding and Day School 
for Girls 

Accredited by the University of California, 
by Leland Stanford Junior University, and by 
Eastern colleges. Special courses in study are 
also offered. 

Lessons in Drawing and Painting, in Vocal 
and Instrumental Music. 

A course of lessons on Harmony is given 
each week by Prof. Wm. J. McCoy of the Uni- 
versity of California, and is open to students 
outside the school. 

Courses of lessons in Household Economics, 
with all the appliances for cooking, etc., are 
given each week by Miss Alice McLear, a grad- 
uate of the Drexel Institute, Philadelphia, and 
are open to students outside the school. 

Classes in Camp-cooking are open to boys 
over fourteen years of age on Saturday fore- 
noons or after three o'clock in the afternoons. 

For further particulars, address 


2230 Pacific Avenue. 

School reopened January 9, 1911. 

A Nation's Crime 



Author of " The Irresistible Current " 

A new novel dealing with the 
Greatest Question of the Day, 


PRICE $1.50 
For Sale at all Bookstores 

Telephone Kearny 2260 Cable address, ULCO 

Union Lumber Company 

Redwood and Pine Lumber 

R. R. Ties, Sawn Poles, Etc. 




Under the same Management 


Entirely rebuilt since the fire. 

Fairmont Hotel 

The finest residence hotel in the world. 

Overlooking the San Francisco 

Bay and Golden Gate. 

The two great hotels that have 
made San Francisco famous 
among travelers the world over. 

Palace Hotel Company 

Hotel del Coronado 

Host Delightful Climate on Earth 

$4.00 per day and upward 

Power boats from the hotel meet passengers 
from the north on the arrival of the Pacific 
Coast 3. S. Co. steamers. 
Golf, Tennis, Polo, and other outdoor sports 

every day in the year. 
New 700-foot ocean pier, for fishing. Boating 
and Bathing are the very best. Send for 
booklet to 

MORGAN ROSS, Manager, 

Coronado Beach, Cal. 

Or see H. F. NORCROSS, Agent, 

334 So. Spring St., Los Angeles. 

Tel. A 6789: Main 3917. 


Sacramento, Cal. 

Elegant new fire-proof construction. Service 

as pertcet as expert management can produce. 



Sutter and Gougb Sts. - - San Francisco, Cal. 

High order Hotel. Fine Air. Elevation, Location. Five 

minutes from San Francisco's lively centre. Well liked by 

ladies. American plan $3.00 and up, per day 

European plan SI .50 and up, per day 

THOS. H. SHEDDEN, Mana S er 

January 14. 1911. 




Movements and Whereabouts. 

Annexed will be found a resume of move- 
ments to and from this city and Coast and 
the whereabouts of absent Californians : 

Mr. and Mrs. George Whittell have returned, 
after an extended residence abroad, and are at 
the Fairmont Hotel for the remainder of the 

Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Hopkins and Miss Lydia 
Hopkins have returned from an Eastern trip. 

Mr. and Mrs. George F. Stott, who spent the 
holiday season with Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Van 
Devender Stott, have returned to their home in 
New York. 

Mrs. John O'Neal Reis is in Santa Barbara, 
where she is the guest of her cousin, Mrs. Ernest 

Miss Edith Livermore has returned to San Fran- 
cisco, after a residence of several years abroad. 

Mrs. L. L. Dorr is visiting her son-in-law and 
daughter, Lieutenant and Mrs. Claude E. Brig- 
ham, at Fort Totten, New York. 

Mrs. William A. Leahy has returned from Coro- 
nado and is visiting her mother, Mrs. William B. 
Harrington, at her home on California Street. 

Mrs. Bertholf is being extensively entertained 
prior to her departure for Detroit, where she will 
join Captain Bertholf, U. S. N. 

Mrs. John McMullen has returned from Wash- 
ington, D. C, and will spend the remainder of 
the season at the Fairmont Hotel. Her grand- 
daughter, Miss Eliza McMullen. is in New York 
the guest of her aunt, Mrs. Norris. 

Princess Andre Poniatowski is spending several 
months at Cannes for the benefit of her health. 

Mr. Barbour Lathrop is in Honolulu, where he 
plans to spend several weeks. 

Mrs. Edward Parker left last week for An- 
napolis, where she will join her husband, Surgeon 
E. S. Parker, U. S. N., who has been assigned for 
duty at the Naval Academy. 

Mr. and Mrs. John Dickenson Sherwood, after 
having spent the holidays at their home at Los 
Molinos, have taken apartments at the Palace 
Hotel for a few months. 

Mr. and Mrs. William Mintzer are in New 
York, and will sail shortly for Paris, where they 
plan to spend a year with their children. 

Mr. Harold Boericke has returned to New 
York, after a visit here with his parents, Dr. and 
Mrs. William Boericke. 

Mrs. Oscar Fitzalan Long, Mrs. Augustus Bray, 
and Miss Marguerite Butters sailed for the Orient 
on Saturday. They will visit Major and Mrs. Lin- 
coln Karmany in Manila before their return. 

Mrs. Frederick Palmer left for the East last 
week to meet her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Hiram 
Smith, on their arrival from Europe. She will 
spend a month in New York. 

Miss Mildred Baldwin left Sunday for Santa 
Barbara, where she will be the guest of Miss 
Katherine Kaime. Miss Baldwin and her sister, 
Miss Laura Baldwin, are planning to go to Europe 
later in the year. 

Mr. and Mrs, Fred Fenwick left Friday for 
New York, where they will spend a month at 
the Plaza. 

Mrs. Samuel Blair and Miss Jennie Blair have 
returned from their European trip, and have 
taken an apartment at the Hillcrest for the re- 
mainder of the season. Mrs. Charles Keeney and 
Miss. Innes Keeney, who went abroad with them, 
are remaining for a visit with relatives in New 
York and will return here in February. 

Mrs. Rudolph Silverston of Milwaukee has been 
the guest of her sister, Mrs. Joseph Sadoc Tobin, 
during the holidays. Mrs. Silverston was for- 
merly Mrs. Paul Jarboe of this city, and is being 
cordially greeted by her friends. 

Miss Nina Blow has returned to San Francisco, 
after a pleasant visit with her aunt, Mrs. Charles 
Ray, at the Mare Island Navy Yard. 

Mrs. William Ford Nichols and Miss Peggie 
Nichols left on Saturday for New York, where 
they will visit friends and relatives until they 
are joined by Bishop Nichols. The family will 
then sail for a tour of the world, which will oc- 
cupy the greater part of a year. 

Mr. and Mrs. Peter Martin have been spending 
several weeks in Los Angeles, but will return for 
a stay with Mrs. Eleanor Martin before going 

Mr. and Mrs. Alfred S. Tubbs are among the 
golfing enthusiasts at Del Monte this week. 

Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Sessler of Berkeley are 
at Del Monte for an indefinite stay. 

The Misses Friedlander spent the week end at 
Del Monte with some of their friends, going down 
with Mr. Charles Belden, Mrs. Charles Page, and 
Mr. S. H. Page. 

Miss Minna Van Bergen and her cousin, Miss 
Marie Louise Foster, have returned from a week- 
end party at the ranch of the George McN,ears, 
where they were the guests of Miss Ernestine 

Mrs. E. Guittard and Miss Beatrice Guittard 
have taken apartments for an extended stay at 
Del Monte, and will later on go South for the 
remainder of the winter. 

Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Knight are planning a 
trip abroad. 

Mrs. Charles C. Judson, accompanied by her 
son, Mr. Chester Judson, left a few days ago 
for New Orleans, where they will enjoy an ex- 
tended visit. 

Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Bornstein, of Seattle, 
with their daughter. Miss Rosalind, will be the 
guests through the winter of Mrs. Bornstein's 
parents, Mr. and Mrs, Sigmund Schwabacher. 

Mrs. Major Charles H. Iiarth of Washington, 
D. C, is at Del Monte with her son. Major Earth 
is in command of the Twelfth Infantry, which 
will be stationed at the Presitlio of Monterey on 
the departure of the Eighth for the Philippines 
next August. 

Among recent San Francisco arrivals at Hotel 
del Coronado, Coronado Beach, were Mr. and Mrs. 
R. W. Costello, Mrs. A. P. Hotaling, Jr., Miss 
Janet Hotaling, Mr. George H. Hotaling, Mr. and 
I Mrs. James Horsburgh. Jr., Mr. H. S. Schuyler, 
Mr. and Mrs. Edward H. Mitchell and daugh- 
ter, Miss Josie Donovan, Mr. H. L. Christaince, 
Mr. John C. River, Mr. P. A. Saxton. 


Dr. David Starr Jordan, president of Le- 
land Stanford University, has returned from 


The laughing comedy success, "The Travel- 
ing Salesman," by James Forbes, author of 
"The Chorus Lady" and '"The Commuters," 
will be the offering at the Columbia Theatre 
next week, when Henry B. Harris will send 
to this city his excellent company, which 
highly amused large audiences during the re- 
markable runs in New York and Boston. 
The story of "The Traveling Salesman" con- 
cerns Bob Blake, a jovial, good-looking drum- 
mer, who is compelled to spend his Christmas 
Day in a lonely village of the Middle West, 
and on arrival finds in the presence of Beth 
Elliott, the ticket agent at the depot, a most 
congenial person. They strike up an ac- 
quaintanceship, and for the first time in his 
life the drummer discovers that he is en- 
thralled with the sweetness and beauty of a 
charming young lady. Blake jeopardizes his 
own position in espousing the rights of the 
girl in a real estate deal, and this leads to 
many interesting complications. The comedy 
of the play is of a delicious character, and 
seldom has there been a play which includes 
so many laughs as does "The Traveling Sales- 
man." It has won the indorsement of the 
United Commercial Travelers of America and 
the Travelers' Protective Association. The 
company includes such well-known players as 
Mark Smith, Diana Huneker, Marion Ste- 
phenson, A. H. Simmons, Gideon Burton, Em- 
mett Shakleford, Dallas Tyler, Jack L. New- 
ton, Mark Price, Doan Borup, George M. 
DeVere, and others. The scenery and equip- 
ment is that used during the long run in 
New York. 

"The Nigger," with Florence Roberts and 
her strong supporting company, including 
Thurlow Bergen, will be presented for the last 
time at the Savoy Theatre this Sunday even- 
ing, and on Monday Miss Maxine Elliott will 
begin an engagement limited to six nights in 
her jolly nautical comedy, "The Inferior Sex,' 1 
in which she sailed to success during a long 
run at Daly's Theatre and her own playhouse 
in New York. The comedy was written for 
Miss Elliott by Frank Stayton of London, and 
has in it the tang of the sea air and the music 
of the rolling waves. By the care and taste 
of its setting, the distinguished quality of its 
acting, and a role which suits Miss Elliott's 
voice and manner, it gives promise of going 
into theatrical history as the star's greatest 
comedy success. It tells the story of a beau- 
tiful woman who is rescued from an open 
dory adrift on the wide ocean, and is brought 
aboard a yacht owned by a man who hates 
woman and has left London to escape the 
charms of his feminine acquaintances, and 
who is writing a book which he is pleased to 
call "The Inferior Sex," in which he dwells 
with more candor than politeness on the weak 
ness and foibles of womankind. Circum- 
stances force the woman to remain on the 
yacht some days and the gradually clearing 
comprehension of the man for womankind in 
general and this woman in particular makes 
a diverting and absorbing entertainment. 
Miss Elliott will have the same support which 
surrounded her during the two New York 
runs of the piece, her company including 
Frederic Kerr and O. B. Clarence, and T. 
Tamamoto, a Japanese actor of ability. The 
scenic accessories are novel, all the action tak- 
ing place on the yacht Firefly, of which the 
cabin, decks, and superstructure are revealed. 

The Five Cycling Auroras, who have been 
a feature of the Tower Circus in England, 
and who have been brought to this country 
for a tour of the Orpheum Circuit, will make 
their first appearance here at the Orpheum 
matinee next Sunday. They are classed 
among the most skillful and daring of cyclists. 
Lillian Burkhart, the popular and accom- 
plished comedienne, will reappear after a 
lengthy absence, and is sure of a cordial re- 
ception, for she is one of those artistic players 
who give the audience only their very best 
work. Miss Burkhart's contribution will con- 
sist of a miniature drama which is called 
"What Every Woman Wants." She will have 
the assistance of Cleo Madison, Stanley 
Twist, and Cecil Metcalf. Julius Tannen, "the 
chatterbox," will introduce his amusing mono- 
logue. His performance is notable for its 
originality and his imitations are remarkable 
reproductions of the originals. Nothing more 
clever in mimicry has been heard than his 
imitations of De Wolf Hopper, David War- 
field, and Raymond Hitchcock, but he does not 

depend upon these for his success as an en- 
tertainer, for his monologue is the hit of his 
performance. Ernest Scharff, said to he the 
most versatile musician in the world, will 
give a taste of his quality. He plays with 
equal skill the bugle, xylophone, trumpet, 
lyre, harmonica, violin, bellpiano trombone, 
bandonim. shawn, saxaphone, drum, cello, 
guitar, banjo, and mandolin. Charles Leonard 
Fletcher and his company will return for next 
week only with the interesting drama, "His 
Nerve." Elise, Wulff and Waldoff, the 
famous Hanlon Brothers, Bonita and Lew 
Hearn will close their engagement with this 

"The Chocolate Soldier," that long-waited- 
for opera bouffe, with one hundred and 
twenty-five people in the company, will follow 
Maxine Elliott at the Savoy Theatre. 

The sensational farce success, "The Girl in 
the Taxi," will be the attraction at the Co- 
lumbia Theatre January 23. This play has 
been a long time reaching this city, owing 
to the great success which attended its pro- 
duction in Chicago and Boston, in which two 
cities it remained the reigning triumph as a 
laugh-producing entertainment for thirty solid 

Even those who do not own an automobile 
have often read that line attached to motor- 
car advertisements, "licensed under the Sel- 
den patent." The Selden patent covers im- 
provements in gasoline engines utilized by 
most makers of cars. Many of the manufac- 
turers paid the license demand by the owners 
of the patent, others declared the claim of the 
patentee invalid and fought the issue in the 
courts. The New York Court of Appeals has 
just decided against the Selden claims, and 
the independent makers now will await the 
carrying of the case to the United States Su- 
preme Court. As the patent expires next 
year, the result of the litigation will not be 
specially important. The patent has served 
more as a basis for combination among manu- 
facturers on both sides than in any way to 
influence plans or prices. 

Adam Zazcfox — Pard, how does softenin' 
of the brain act on a feller when he's gittin' 
it? Job Sturky — You don't need t' worry 
'bout that, old scout. You'll never git it. — ■ 
Chicago Tribune. 


under twelve years of age with 


at 2230 Pacific Ave., San Francisco 

In charge of Miss ROSE BRIER 
of the Urban School for Boys 

Beautiful Flat for Rent 

handsomely finished flat, 6 rooms and bath, 
artistic fixtures, oak paneled walls, hardwood 
floors, rent very reasonable. WOLF & HOLL- 
MAN, 34 Montgomery Street. 

The Woodland Hackney Stud 

offers a few choice Saddle Horses, sev- 
eral combination animals, and matched 
teams of theii own breeding. All 
thoroughly mannered. Prices reasonable. 
No. 818 Merchants Exchange, San Francisco 

Midwinter Golf Tournament 

Feb. 11th to 18th, inclusive 

Hotel del Monte 

The Golfers* Paradise 


Feb. 10th and 11th 

Under (he auspices of the DEL MONTE 

Full information upon request of 

H. R. WARNER, Manager, Del Monte 

Chester W. Kelley, Special City Representative 

Phone Kearny 4013 


Organized by H. W. Dunning, who has 

A PACIFIC COAST Young, vigorous, managed by experts with new ideas, reputed as 
COMPANY offering the best tours in Europe and Oriental Countries. 

'SIFRRA" Firs' cruise to Hawaiian Islands from San Francisco March 

oiuuut 18 ^ 1911 i nc l u( J es Honolulu, Stupendous Volcano Kilauea, 

Waikiki, dav in automobiles, best hotels, receptions, rate covering all expenses. 

Concessions lo Lodges. Chambers of Commerce. Croups ol friends Mite reservation, at .""ff;..^'' "_"< '«J5g. ,h " 
Fleet of islands that lie anchored in anv ocean." SPECIALTY OF INDEPENDENT TRAVEL. 


& co 


IAPAM Tours in March. April. June. Septem- 
J " r "'' ber and October. Around the World. 
Westward and Eastward, in Autumn. 

Fifty Spring and Summer tours to 
Europe under H. W. DUNNING 
14 Beacon St., Boston, Mass. 

»__,„,.„ I 789 Market St-, San Francisco. Cal. Wm. O. Wark, Gen 
OFFICES SS3 So. Snring St, Lou Angcle.. Cal E. R. John. Mgr 

i 69 Fifth St- Portland. Ore;. Dorsey B. Smith, Mgr. 





* 2.50 


$ ^q-.oo 

644 MARKET ST. «■.?£-« 


Los Altos, California 

Out-of-door school for girls. Boarding or 
day pupils. On direct line of Peninsular Elec- 
tric Railroad — cars stop at entrance. Primary, 
grammar and high school grades. Special op- 
portunities in music and domestic science. 
(Miss) LYDIA M. POIRIER, Principal. 

tale one of the most beautiful homes on the PeninsuU. 
House of 1 4 looms, grounds 4 acres in hnest nectioa of the 
new town, Garaae and stable. Will sell furniture. 

B. P. OLIVER. San Francisco. 

2230 Pacific Avenue 

Reopened January 9, 1911 

Arrangements made for meeting the children 
and conducting them to and from the school. 

Hotel St. Francis 


Under the management of James Woods 

The centre of 
in the city 
that entertains. 


Hot Springs 

One of the world's most curative springs, 
2J4 hours from San Francisco; one of Cali- 
fornia's best hotels and a delightful place for 
rest and recreation. See Southern Pacific In- 
formation Bureau, James Flood Building, any 
S. P. Agent, or Peck-Judah, 789 Market St, 
San Francisco, or 553 S. Spring St., Los An- 
geles, or address manager, Byron Hot Springs, 





"TVelT* Stories of 
Solid Comfort" 

Building, concrete, 

steel and marble. 
In most fashionable 

shopping district. 
Bound magazines in 

reading room. 
Most refined hostelry 

in Seattle. 
Absolutely fireproof. 

Rates, & 1 .50 op 


Choice Woolens 


Merchant Tailors 
108-110 Sutter St. French Bank Bldg. 


Teacher of Piano 



January 14, 19: 


California Limited 

Is known to experi- 
enced travelers as the 
nearest approach to the 
ideal yet attained in 
railway transportation. 
It leaves San Fran- 
cisco at 9:00 p. m. 
every day for Chicago, 
going via Kansas City, 
with connection for 
It carries a through 
Pullman sleeper daily 
direct to the Grand 
Canyon of Arizona. 

Jas. B. Duffy, Gen. 
Agent, 673 Market St. 
Phones Kearny 315, 
and J3371. 

Santa Fe 

Toyo Kisen Kaisha 


S. S. America Marti. . .Thursday, Jan. 12, 1911 
S. S. Tenyo Maru. . ..Wednesday, Jan. 18,1911 
S.S.Nippon Maru.. . .Wednesday, Feb. 8,1911 
S. S. Chiyo Maru Wednesday, Mar. 8,1911 

Steamers sail from company's piers, Nos. 
42-44, near foot of Second Street, 1 p. m., for 
Yokohama and Hongkong, calling at Honolulu, 
Kobe (Hiogo), Nagasaki and Shanghai, and 
connecting at Hongkong with steamer for Ma- 
nila, India, etc. No cargo received on board 
on day of sailing. 

Round-trip tickets at reduced rates. 

For freight and passage apply at office, 240 
James Flood Building. W. H. AVERY, 

Assistant General Manager. 



United States Assets $2,377,303.37 

Surplus 839,268.07 

J. J. Kenny, W. L. W. Miilei, 

Manager Assistant Manager 



High Grade French Ranges 

Complete Eflchen and Baker; Outfits 
Curing Tables, Coffee Urns, Disfa Heaters 

827-829 Mission St. 

San Francisco, Cal. 

Press Clippings 

Are money-makers for Contractors, Supply 

Houses, Business Men and 


Phone Kearny 392. 88 First Street 


The Argonaut has club rate arrange- 
ments with all prominent publications, and 
will furnish rates on request. 



CIETY (Member of Associated Savings Banks 
of San Francisco 1, corner Market, McAllister 
and Tones Streets, San Francisco, December 23, 
1910. Dividend Notice — At a meeting of the 
board of directors of this society, held this day, 
a dividend has been declared at the rate of 
thre and three-fourths (3^) per cent per an- 
nur.. on all deposits for the six months ending 
Deecmber 31, 1910, free from all taxes, and 
payable on and after Tuesday, January 3, 1911. 
Di idends not drawn will be added to depositors' 
a r ounts and* become a part thereof, and will 
e: -n dividend from January 1, 191 1 ; deposits 
iiLuxle on or before January 10, 1911, will draw 
interest from January 1, 1911. 

R. M. TOBIX, Secretary. 

"Lend a hand, Hiram, and help ketch the 
selectman's pig." "Let the selectman ketch 
his own pig. I'm out of politics fer good." — 
Washington Herald. 

Dr. SqniHs^What was the matter with 
that taxi chauffeur you were called to see 
last night? Dr. Kailomlel — Automobilious- 
ness. — Canadian Courier. 

"Doctors do not bleed people like they 
used to in old times." "Hum ! It's plain 
you have not been paying any doctor's bills 
lately." — Savannah News. 

Fred — I proposed to Miss Dingley last 
night. Joe — Don't believe I know her. Is 
she well off? Fred — Yes. I guess so. She 
refused me. — Stray Stories. 

"Deer are getting scarcer and scarcer every 
year." "What makes you think so ?" "The 
number of guides killed every year grows 
greater and greater." — Houston Post. 

She — Yes, I like Ted ; he is so extravagant. 
He — That is hardly the best quality for a hus- 
band, is it? She — Of course not; I am not 
going to marry him. — Boston Herald. 

Singleton — Do you believe in the old adage 
about marrying in haste and repenting at leis- 
ure? Wedderly — Xo, I don't. After a man 
marries he has no leisure. — Smart Set. 

Dancer — When do you go on ? Singer — 
Right after the trained cats. Dancer — Good- 
ness me ! Why doesn't the manager try to 
vary the monotony of his acts ? — Stray 

He — Yes, it's very true, a man doesn't learn 
what happiness is until he's married ! She — 
I'm glad you've discovered that at last! He 
— Yes, and when he's married it's too late ! — 

"I just had a letter from my cousin Gene- 
vieve, whom I haven't seen in ten years. I 
imagine she is very ugly looking." "Why?"' 
"She says that she is teaching herself to 
swim." — Buffalo Express. 

"Money isn't everything." sighed the young 
man. "Of course not," said the girl. "I 
know of a young couple that started house- 
keeping nicely on tobacco coupons alone." — 
Louisville Courier-Journal. 

"What's a dilemma?" asked one small boy. 
"Well," replied the other, "it's something like 
this: If your father says he'll punish you if 
you don't let your mother cut your hair, that's 
a dilemma." — St. Louis Star. 

Warden — No'm ; the guy that killed his 
family aint here no more. The gov'nor par- 
doned him. The Visitor — What a shame. I've 
brought him a lot of roses I What other mur- 
derers have you? — Cleveland Leader. 

"I told you in so many words not to dare 
to take a drink today !" said Mrs. Jawback. 
"Tha'sh what y' did, m' dear," agreed Mr. 
Jawback. "You toV me in so many words 
that I couldn' remember 'em." — Boston Trav- 

"A number of performances are being de- 
scribed as improprieties," said one theatrical 
producer. "Yes." replied the other, "it's get- 
ting harder every year to tell what impro- 
prieties the public regards as proper." — Wash- 
ington Star. 

The Tailor — Married or single? The Cus- 
tomer — Married. Why? The Tailor — Then 
let me recommend my patent safety-deposit 
pocket. It contains a most ingenious little 
contrivance that feels exactly like a live 
mouse. — Chicago News. 

"She's very* wealthy?" "Very." "Money 
left to her ?" "Xo ; she is the author of a 
book entitled 'Hints to Beautiful Women.' " 
"I presume all the beautiful women in the 
country purchased it ?'' "X T o ; but all the 
plain women did !" — New York Herald. 

Aged Derelict — Excusin' the liberty of 
arskin' of a favor, mum, but would yer ob- 
ject to me committin' sooeyside in yer shed? 
Soft-hearted Woman — Poor man, you had 
better come up to the house, and I will give 
you the remains of my Christmas pudden. — 

Cobble — I should like to lend you that ten 
dollars, old man, but I know how it would be 
if I did — it would end our friendship. Stone 
— Well, old chap, there has been a great deal 
of friendship between us. I think if you 
could make it five, we might worry along on 
half as much. — Life. 

"If we didn't have to give back any change, 
think of the money we merchants would 
make." "We all have our troubles," said the 
magazine publisher. "Sometimes it frets me 
to have to print any reading matter, but I 
s'pose it must be done." — Kansas City Jour- 

Miss Kay — I am told your husband, under 
the influence of the wine at dinner the other 
evening, declared he had "married beauty and 
brains." Mrs. Bee — Well, well, how nice ! 
Miss Kay — Xice ? Aren't you going to inves- 
tigate? Evidently he's a bigamist. — Boston 

We Want Your 
and Advice 

During 1911 

Our company makes 
a constant and earnest 
effort to study the needs 
of patrons and to 
render perfect service. 
Necessarily with so many 
customers to please we 
sometimes make mistakes. 
When defects occur we es- 
teem it a favor to be notified 
at once so we can correct the 
fault without delay. We are 
easy to reach — personally, by letter 
or telephone. You can help us ap- 
proach our ambition of perfect ser- 
vice by telling this office promptly 
and explicitly when things go wrong 
with the service in any particular. 



Telephone SUTTER 140 



Southern Pacific - Union Pacific 


Flood Building 42 Powell St 

Market St Ferry Depot 

Broadway and 13th St., Oakland 


The Argonaut. 

Vol. LXVIII. No. 1765. 

San Francisco, January 21, 1911. 

Price Ten Cents 

PUBLISHERS' NOTICE— The Argonaut (title trade-marked) is 
published every week by the Argonaut Publishing Company. Sub- 
scriptions, $4.00 per year; six months, $2.10; three months, $1.10 
payable in advance — postage prepaid. Subscriptions to all foreign 
countries within the Postal Union, $5.00 per year. Sample copies 
free. Single copies, 10 cents. News Dealers and Agents in the 
interior supplied by the San Francisco News Company, 747 Howard 
Street, San Francisco. Subscribers wishing their addresses changed 
should give their old as well as new addresses. The American 
News Company, New York, are agents for the Eastern trade. The 
Argonaut may be ordered from any News Dealer or Postmaster in 
the United States or Europe. Special advertising rates to publishers. 

Address all communications to The Argonaut, 207 Powell Street, 
San Francisco. Make all checks, drafts, postal orders, etc., payable 
to "The Argonaut Publishing Company." 

Entered at the San Francisco postoffice as second-class matter. 

The Argonaut can be obtained in London at the International 
News Co., Breams Building, Chancery Lane; American Newspaper 
and Advertising Agency, Trafalgar Square, Northumberland Ave- 
nue; and at Daws Steamship Agency, 17 Green Street, Leicester 
Square, and can be ordered from any of the news stands of W. H. 
Smith & Son. In Paris, at 37 Avenue de I'Opera. In New York, at 
Brentano's, Fifth Avenue and Twenty-Seventh Street. In Chicago, 
Western News Company. In Washington, at F and Thirteenth Sts. 

The Argonaut is on sale at the Ferry Station, San Francisco, 
by Foster & O'Rear; on the ferryboats of the Key Route system 
by the news agents, and by the Denison News Company on Southern 
Pacific boats and trains. 

Telephone, Kearny 5895. Publication office, 207 Powell Street. 
GEORGE L. SHOALS, Business Manager. 


ALFRED HOLMAN ------- Editor 


EDITORIAL: The Airship as a Military Adjunct— The Gov- 
ernor and His Plans — The Case of Captain Peary — The 
Dismissal of Judge Slack — Speeding Up the Workman — 
Concerning a Childless Age — Gross Extravagance in Gov- 
ernment — Labor Unions and Coercion — Editorial Notes.. 33-35 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By George L. Shoals 36 

OLD FAVORITES: From "The Bay Fight," by Henry How- 
ard Brownell 36 

Strange Case of Disputed Parentage. By Sidney G. P. 
Coryn 37 

INDIVIDUALITIES: Notes about Prominent People All over 

the World 37 

THE CHAIN: How It Wound Itself about a Weak Man's 

Will. By M. B. Levick 38 


CLAYH ANGER: Arnold Bennett's Study of a Commonplace 

Man 39 

THE LATEST BOOKS: Briefer Reviews— Gossip of Books 

and Authors . 40-41 

WHOM SHALL WE TRUST? The Queries and Observations 

of a Lawyer 42 

CURRENT VERSE: "The Regular Army Wife," by Birdie 
Baxter Clarke; "Comrades," by George Edward Wood- 
berry 42 

DRAMA: Maxine Elliott's Advance. By Josephine Hart 

Phelps 43 


VANIT\ r FAIR: A Baroness on Washington Society — How a 
Society Paper Tried to Acquire an Income — Difficulties 
of Diverse Opinions of Divorces — Sufferings of the Hotel 
Clerk — Most Eminent Authorities on Attire — New Year's 
Tips in Paris 44 

STORYETTES: Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise 45 


PERSONAL: Notes and Gossip — Movements and Where- 
abouts 46-47 

THE ALLEGED HUMORISTS: Paragraphs Ground Out by 

the Dismal Wits of the Day 48 

The Airship as a Military Adjunct. 

The aviation practice at Selfridge field near San 
Francisco this past week has resulted in demonstrations 
of tremendous value as related to the utility of the 
flying machine as a military adjunct. Lieutenant 
Myron C. Crissy, sailing with aviator Parmalee five 
hundred feet above the peninsula, dropped a bomb with 
reference to a prescribed spot, hitting his mark almost 
precisely. The result was what was expected, an explo- 
sion which made havoc of the ground upon which it fell. 
This demonstration is regarded as of the greatest im- 
portance. It shows what may be done in the way of 
assaulting an invading or stationary army from the sky. 
It is true that in the experiment the height was not 
great enough to carry the assailants above the range 
of gunfire. Nevertheless, it was a result of great sig- 
nificance. It would have been easy, Lieutenant Crissy 
declares, to have gone higher and even from a much 
greater height he thinks it would not be difficult, espe- 
cially after some practice, to discharge bombs with 
tolerable accuracy. 

Another demonstration in line with that already 

noted was made by Lieutenant John C. Walker, Jr., 
with a camera. Flying at the rate of forty miles per 
hour over the aviation field, Lieutenant Walker took 
photographs recording every condition of the land and 
water over which the flying machine passed. If this 
may be done at Selfridge field it may be done any- 
where. Thus two men in an areoplane, one to operate 
the mechanism and the other to hold a camera, may 
secure exact information as to the whereabouts, num- 
bers, and general conditions of an army. Under the 
eye of a flying camera, no fact in warlike tactics could 
possibly be concealed. 

The results attained this week were experimental, but 
at the same time conclusive in their way. They make 
plain the fact that in future military operations the 
flying machine is destined to a great importance. It is 
not impossible that it may revolutionize the whole 
scheme of war ; and there is reason to hope that it may 
ultimately end warfare by the means both of protection 
and assault which it affords. If armies everywhere 
become subject to destruction by unseen assailants, then 
the day of armies may speedily pass. 

The Governor and His Plans. 
The governorship of California is a more potential 
office than the governorship in most American States, 
not so much by the terms of our Constitution and laws 
as by a practice which has grown up here of indirectly 
referring pretty much everything in the way of State 
affairs to "the old man at Sacramento." On the face 
of things the detailed administrative affairs of Cali- 
fornia are in the hands of special commissions — the 
prison board, the San Francisco harbor commission, 
various commissions in charge of various schools, asy- 
lums, etc. But all these commissions are appointed by 
the governor, and they commonly do precisely what the 
governor wants them to do, taking no important action 
until his purposes and wishes are known. Each gov- 
ernor in recent years has been practically the autocrat 
of our institutional affairs. Governor Pardee made 
himself absolutely so by the rather cheap device of per- 
mitting the official terms of commissioners to lapse, but 
allowing the incumbents to hold over pending appoint- 
ment of successors. Of course, when affairs were in 
this posture the governor had it in his hands any day to 
enforce any policy he pleased, since he had only to touch 
a button, so to speak, to vacate any commissionership 
failing in administrative subserviency. 

In most States it is the practice of the legislative 
body to scrutinize closely every bill appropriating 
money for any purpose. But the practice in California 
is quite different. The spirit of mutual good-will 
among members of the legislature has here attained a 
development so extreme that any and every bill appro- 
priating money for any purpose under the sun is cer- 
tain to go through provided any member shall take the 
pains to make it a personal matter with his colleagues. 
The member from Alpine County may, if he chooses, 
get a bill through the legislature appropriating any sum 
it may please him to name for the winter housing of 
grizzly bears if he will only ask his colleagues to vote 
for it as a personal favor. The theory is that by get- 
ting his bill through the member will be able to make 
a "good showing" before his constituents without in- 
jury to the State treasury, since "the old man down- 
stairs" is certain to throw it out under his veto power. 
Thus at the close of each legislative session the gov- 
ernor finds himself with a great grist of money bills 
duly passed by the legislature calling in the aggregate 
for anywhere from two to five times the available 
money in the State treasury. The executive practice, 
under the veto power, is to trim down some appropria- 
tions, to cast out others, and so bring the general de- 
mand upon the State purse to something like the avail- 
able contents thereof. 

Thus the governor is not only through his various 
commissions the general boss of State affairs, but he ' 

is practically the sole dispenser of State moneys. He 
may divide the State purse as he will among the various 
institutions and purposes which go into the make-up of 
the State budget. He may be lavish here and niggardly 
there; he may reward where it pleases him; he may 
punish where his resentments lie ; and there is no power 
to stop him. It will readily be seen how great is the 
potential power of an official so endowed. It gives him 
all but overwhelming power with legislators — it makes 
him an overpowering boss in State affairs if his tastes 
lie in that line. 

These facts are of special importance in view of the 
curiously personal and autocratic spirit of our new gov- 
ernor and of the radicalism of his plans. Gov- 
ernor Johnson is of a sanguine and partisan spirit, cher- 
ishing no doubts with respect to his own ideas and 
opinions, always cock-sure that his desire and purposes 
have the sanctity of law and gospel. He belongs to that 
not uncommon type, the man of tremendous enthusiasms 
without the limitations of caution or judgment. Withal, 
Mr. Johnson is not a man of original mind, rather an 
imitator. He appears to have become infected with 
the example of Mr. Roosevelt, of Senator LaFollette, 
Gifford Pinchot, and others of the more radical school 
of political thinking and political acting. In the spirit 
of these extremists he is proposing all manner of 
changes in the system of the State, and is planning, it 
appears, to employ all the forces of his office to bring 
them about. 

In his inaugural address, as the people of California 
have already seen, Governor Johnson laid down a 
scheme revolutionary in that it would wipe out pretty 
much the whole list of elective officials and put the 
powers of appointment and supervision in the hands of 
the governor. Not content apparently with such ex- 
traordinary powers as he holds, he would, sweeping 
away all limitations and restraints, make the governor- 
ship the sole fountain and arm of authority. He did 
not in his inaugural go to the length of trenching upon 
the judicial or legislative branches, but under the ex- 
hilaration of his newly-assumed powers he now would 
extend his system to those spheres. He has, according 
to the reports from Sacramento, taken it upon himself 
to supervise the preparation of certain measures to be 
submitted to the legislature, and he has publicly as- 
sumed sponsorship for them. He further announces 
that he will keep a close eye upon the course of indi- 
vidual members of the legislature, and that he will see 
to it that those who do not accept and measure up to 
his standards are duly reported to their constituents. 
In other words, Governor Johnson proposes to assume 
the role not only of a legislative boss, but of a general 
legislative whipper-in. He will deal with the members 
of the legislature after the manner of a schoolmaster, 
a threat of some significance in view of his special 
powers, and reward and punish under the powers out- 
lined above. It is reported, too, from Sacramento that 
Governor Johnson proposes to apply the "recall" prin- 
ciple to the members of the State judiciary, not even 
excepting the justices of the Supreme Court. Thus he 
will put our judges of all grades in a position where 
their determinations shall be subject to consideration 
not only as matters of law, but as matters of politics. 
He will, if he can, take from our courts all that gives 
them respect, authority, dignity. Fortunately, before 
this can be done, before the system can be completely 
revolutionized, appeal must be made to the people. We 
name these things as only a few of the many points at 
which our new governor proposes to make over the 
government of California after a model suggested by his 
own whims, theories, passions, and resentments. 

Governor Johnson, it appears, has sufficiently studied 
his grand exemplar to know the value of highly 
wrought moral pretensions. He will undertake to sur- 
round his revolutionary proposals as regards our State 
system with an atmosphere odorous of the hi 
sanctities. There will be introduced into ' 


January 21, 1911. 

lature no end of proposals looking to the general moral 
uplift of the State, if not with any hope of achieving 
concrete results, at least with the hope of beguiling 
the public mind. No man should know better than Mr. 
Johnson, who in his professional life has been closely 
associated with the criminal classes, that men are not 
made virtuous by enactment; no doubt Mr. Johnson 
knows this well enough. But he has observed like- 
wise that one way to win a popular favor and 
support, even while pursuing any old policy that may 
serve one's purpose, is to maintain an elaborate front 
of highly-wrought moral pretensions. 

Apparently California is in for a season of that kind 
of administration of her affairs given to Colorado half 
a generation ago by "Bloody Bridles" Waite, and to 
Oregon by the late Governor Pennoyer. The former 
by his fiat suspended the Constitution of the United 
States, and the latter gravely proposed to make the 
findings of the legislature superior to the adjudications 
of the Supreme Court. Governor Johnson, as becomes 
a more advanced time, may go to even greater lengths. 
Our system unfortunately, by putting extraordinary 
powers into the governor's hands, gives to him 
large powers for mischief. Nevertheless, there is a 
certain corrective in the ultimate public judgment. It 
may come tardily and after gross waste in many 
forms, but it will come surely. Neither Waite nor 
Pennoyer revolutionized their States, nor will Gov- 
ernor Johnson, for all the powers of his office, revo- 
lutionize California. Long before he shall have 
achieved the scheme which he has laid out, Governor 
Johnson will appear even to his present admirers 
in his true character — that of a man of intense 
vanity, partisan spirit, limited knowledge, and imperfect 
judgment, as a reckless and desperate counselor, and 
an unsafe leader. t 

The Case of Captain Peary. 

There are many legitimate objections to the proposal 
now before Congress to retire Captain Peary with the 
rank and pay of an admiral in the navy, as a reward 
for his services in polar exploration. In the first place, 
Captain Peary has been detached from the naval service 
pretty much all the time this twelve or fifteen years 
past. He has no naval record worth speaking of, cer- 
tainly nothing beyond the ordinary, and therefore is 
entitled to no special reward on the score of naval 
service. To give him the proposed promotion, accom- 
panied by retirement, would be to vote him a pension 
for services non-naval, yet to be charged to naval ex- 
pense. If there be any obligation upon the government 
to pension Captain Peary the thing should be done out- 
right and be charged against the pension fund rather 
than, by a subterfuge, against the naval fund. 

Again, the proposal for retirement is retroactive in 
that it advances Captain Peary's rank — and his pay — 
from the date of his presumed discovery of the North 
Pole in 1909. This in effect would give to Captain 
Peary a very considerable lump sum of money in the 
shape of arrearages of pay. Now, if it is obligatory 
upon the country to reward Captain Peary with a 
money gift it should be done openly and regularly and 
not by a half-concealed twist in legislation which fails 
to expose the fact, and which at the same time sub- 
tracts the amount of his gratuity from the naval fund. 

There are other objections: First, there is no proof 
that Captain Peary really reached the pole. According 
to his own statement he did not make certain essential 
observations for the last three hundred miles of his 
journey, and therefore can not give conclusive proofs 
of his achievement. The matter rests upon his own 
unsupported statement, for at the time of the alleged 
discover)' he was accompanied by but one man, and that 
man a negro servant without education or other quali- 
fication as a witness. The reason given by Peary for 
going thus practically alone is not creditable. He con- 
fesses that he wished all the glory for himself; that is, 
he was unwilling to share even with those whose labors 
had supported his enterprise the honor of such part in 
the achievement as belonged to subordinate association 
with it. A man thus calculating in connection with 
such an enterprise, even supposing all his claims to be 
valid, lacks some of the essentials of character and so 
raises a doubt as to the genuineness of his pretensions. 

Furthermore, Peary's manner of reporting his 

achievement has characterized him as a personal and 

financial exploiter rather than a scientific enthusiast. 

Whilt demanding high reward at the hands of the gov-, he has failed even after a year and a half to 

:- to the government a proper report of his journey. 

He claims to have discovered the pole, but he has 
reserved his "story" for exploitation in magazines and 
on the lecture platform. In other words, Captain 
Peary, instead of carrying himself on the high plane 
of a man of science anxious only that his country and 
his race should have whatever benefits might accrue 
from his achievements, has put himself upon the level 
of a vaudeville performer whose chief anxiety has been 
to get out of his "stunt" the utmost possible for him- 
self in the way of reputation and cold cash. 

Since Captain Peary has chosen his own method of 
exploiting his alleged discovery, and since he has made 
choice upon sordid consideration of his personal in- 
terest, we think the government should consider itself 
entirely relieved from any obligation to reward him as 
a great discoverer and as a man of science. It is too 
much, we think, to ask the government of the United 
States to reward an achievement in itself doubtful and 
in the method of its promulgation selfish and cheap even 
to the point of vulgarity. 

The Dismissal of Judge Slack. 

Judge Charles W. Slack is among the most distin- 
guished graduates of our State University. In his stu- 
dent days and since he has been an honor to that 
institution. Recognition of these facts came early, for 
Judge Slack was named as a regent nearly twenty 
years ago. During the intervening years he has been 
active in University affairs, giving freely not only of 
his time but of his professional labors. Session after 
session Judge Slack has personally appeared before the 
legislature pleading the cause of the University, and 
always successfully. Perhaps in the life of the Uni- 
versity during the past twenty years no other man has 
been more diligent or more essential to its welfare. 

In San Francisco Judge Slack stands with a special 
distinction for what is best in community life. His 
service at the bar and on the bench won for him a high 
measure of public respect which his later career as a 
legal practitioner has sustained. He has happily 
avoided those phases of legal practice which tend to 
bias or prejudice, or to the establishment of question- 
able presumptions. He has never mixed in the crimi- 
nal practice, he has had no association with unclean 
things in any form, he has had no part in any litigation 
in which private interest has been pitted against the 
public interest. This ten years past the name of Judge 
Slack has stood in San Francisco almost as a synonym 
for probity, respectability, and the finer kinds of "civic 

But for all this, we find that Governor Johnson has 
dismissed Judge Slack from the Board of Regents of 
the State University through the process of recalling 
his reappointment made by Governor Gillett in the in- 
terregnum between legislative sessions. When Judge 
Slack's appointment was recalled with others, the com- 
mon judgment was that Governor Johnson merely 
wished to protest against the course of his predecessor, 
anad that in his own time he would return the name of 
Judge Slack along with some others similarly with- 
drawn. But not so. The name of Dr. Rowell was 
returned, and properly so, for like that of Judge Slack it 
stands for character, for high purposes, for competence, 
for devotion to the University. But Judge Slack's 
name has not been returned. On the other hand an- 
other has been substituted for it. Judge Slack, after 
nearly twenty years of devoted service in University 
affairs, finds himself dismissed. Why? 

The answer is not far to seek. Judge Slack from his 
standpoint of lawyer and citizen was among those who 
temperately but positively questioned the procedures of 
the so-called graft prosecution in San Francisco. Judge 
Slack saw plainly, for he is a clear-headed man as well 
as a competent lawyer, the enormities of that pro- 
cedure. He saw that the powers of the prosecuting 
office were being controlled by private and illegitimate 
influences, and that they were being used to personal 
and vengeful ends. He saw what all men of judg- 
ment saw, that regularity, propriety, and legality were 
thrown to the winds by the prosecutors in pursuance 
of purposes quite apart and outside those of the law. 
And being a man of courage, albeit modest attitude 
and habit, Judge Slack spoke his mind freely. This 
explains why it is that Judge Slack is dismissed from 
the Board of Regents. 

There were those during the campaign which pre- 
ceded the nomination and election of Governor Johnson 
who thought they saw the hand of Esau behind Mr. 
Johnson's candidacy. From more than one source it 
was intimated that the hand of Rudolph Spreckels was 

active, and that his plethoric purse was open. On the 
other hand there was diligent effort in Mr. Johnson's 
behalf to make it appear that he and Spreckels were 
no longer associates or even friends. This, indeed, 
has been the common belief during the past year. 
Events, however, tell their own story and enforce their 
own conviction. The dismissal of Judge Slack is ex- 
plainable only upon one theory — the theory that the 
vengeful spirit of Rudolph Spreckels is an influence 
if not indeed a controlling force in the new adminis- 
tration. We shall see more of it as time goes on. 

"Speeding Up" the Workman. 

Mr. John Mitchell, the labor leader, does not accredit 
himself or the cause of organized labor by opposition 
to the premium or bonus system. This is the system 
which discriminates in favor of capacity, skill, and dili- 
gence, as against incapacity, lack of skill, and indif- 
ferent habits of work. In practice every prudent em- 
ployer either in one form or another pays a premium or 
bonus, that is to say, he discriminates in favor of 
efficiency as against inefficiency. Even in the little 
printing office in which the Argonaut is manufactured 
every workman is paid "above the scale" because the 
work calls for special qualities and therefore for ex- 
ceptional men. The principle applies everywhere 
where first-class work, which means skill, diligence, and 
promptness, is essential. 

It is one of the grave charges against unionism that 
it makes the capacity of the least efficient the standard 
of performance. If a middling indifferent workman 
can only lay a specific number of brick per day, then 
that number is made the standard to which the more 
competent men must limit their energies and their per- 
formance. Under this practice special excellence is 
discouraged and even rebuked. The loss economically 
is great, morally it is colossal, for the man of high 
capacity who works down to a limited standard is a 
loser not merely on the money side, but on the moral 

Mr. Mitchell argues rather indefinitely that the sys- 
tem of paying premiums or bonuses results in "speeding 
up the workman beyond the safety line." Just what 
Mr. Mitchell means by this vague remark is not ap- 
parent. But at least he has given to organized labor 
a phrase of which it makes much. Apparently Mr. 
Mitchell does not see a use for bonuses, which without 
"speeding up" the performance of individual workmen 
beyond the "safety line" or even at all, might never- 
theless speed up the work under the workman's hands. 
In illustration of this idea the New York Times asks 
Mr. Mitchell a series of pertinent questions. Does Mr. 
Mitchell, asks the Times, mean that the bricklayer who 
stoops to pick up his brick; turns it three ways to find 
the face; throws it down, if defective, and repeats his 
motions with a fresh brick; carries up hodfuls of 
good and bad bricks, and turns his trowel on edge to 
tap each good brick into the mortar, is having an easier 
time than the bricklayer who finds his bricks properly 
sorted, face forward on a platform that is constantly 
elevated to the level of the growing wall, where he 
may place them, without bending his back, into mortar 
which, in turn, receives them without the extra tap of 
the trowel? 

The bonus system in the bricklaying trade has, in a 
special instance observed by the Times, induced the 
bricklayer to reduce his motions from an average of 
eighteen to an average of six per brick. And in the 
special instance the workman who once earned $5 per 
day now earns $6.80 — this without working harder or 
performing as many physical movements as he did 
under the old system. "Doubtless, too," says the 
Times, "he is happier in his more efficient labor. There 
is no monotony in strokes that count. The most deadly 
monotony and annoyance is in the making of useless 

One of the most grievous mistakes of organized labor 
is its failure to classify workmen in accordance with 
individual capacity — in its practice as above noted of 
establishing the capacity of the lowest as the standard 
for all. And it will make still another mistake if under 
the fear of "speeding up" the workman it shall seek to 
destroy the system of paying premiums and bonuses. 
If organized labor is to have a permanent and vital 
part in the life of the country, and for the thousandth 
time let the Argonaut say that it believes it has not 
only a proper but a necessary function under modern 
conditions, it must make itself a serviceable and there- 
fore respectable factor in industry. It must accept the 
cooperative idea as distinct from the theory that wage- 
earning is a species of warfare. It must so elaborate 

January 21, 1911. 



its system as to give a proper wage to the less efficient 
and a larger but equally proper wage to the more highly 
efficient. It must modify its principle of holding every 
man down to the common level, and of penalizing, in a 
sense, even its own members whose higher skill makes 
them worthy of higher rewards. That a man like John 
Mitchell should put his name and influence in opposi- 
tion to these proposals is a bad omen not only for 
organized labor, but for the industry of the country. 

Concerning a "Childless Age." 

Professor Wilcox of Cornell University, who figures 
out that the United States is approaching a childless 
age — births of children to cease according to his cal- 
culation about the year 2020 — gives us a curious ex- 
ample of the kind of thinking which passes in some 
quarters as scientific. Under scrutiny it appears to be 
akin to that kind of science which determines that be- 
cause a boy can eat one apple in a minute he can eat 
five hundred in eight hours and twenty minutes — logic 
here beyond question, but none the less a kind of logic 
which doesn't enforce conviction. 

The fault of our worthy professor is that he does 
not consider the potentialities which lie in conditions 
and motives outside the limits of his calculation. It 
has been determined in older countries that both the 
marriage rate and the birth rate bear a direct relation 
to food prices. When food is dear, relatively fewer 
marriages and smaller families ; when cheap, relatively 
more marriages and larger families. This principle in 
its variations applies universally. In times and in coun- 
tries where children are a help in family or community 
life, families are large; in times and conditions when 
children are a hindrance, families are small. For ex- 
ample, in the pioneer era of America a large family 
was not merely a social credit, but a distinct advan- 
tage, and so the average number of children born into 
families was large. When the conditions of living 
changed, when life on the soil largely gave way to life 
in towns, the number of births decreased. Today, when 
children are almost universally an economic burden, 
the birth rate declines. 

Nobody of practical mind doubts that the future will 
see changes precisely as has the past, and whenever 
there shall come real need for population — social, eco- 
nomic, or both — the birth rate will respond to this need. 
Large families being a social necessity, there will grow 
up in relation to them in one form or another distinct 
advantages. As to just what conditions may grow out 
of time and change it would be futile to discuss. But 
that the problem will solve itself in its own way nobody 
can doubt. That instinct which sustains and has al- 
ways sustained the race in augmenting numbers will 
not fail to answer all demands. Neither Professor 
Wilcox nor anybody else need give himself serious con- 
cern on the score of "race suicide." 

It is common observation that the vice of childless- 
ness, if it may be so called, is practically confined to 
those who would better be without children. The dis- 
sipated man, the fashionable and frivolous woman, the 
luxurious, the selfish — these would better have no chil- 
dren. The sources of wholesome life lie not in these 
but in the strong-limbed and the deep-bosomed, those 
who can endow the life springing from them with nor- 
mal bodies and minds, and wholesome propensities. 
The childless class, broadly speaking, is that incapable 
of contributing anything to the vitalities or the hope 
of the race. t 

Extravagance in Government. 

It is to be regretted on every account that the Taft 
administration has felt it obligatory to pass over in 
silence, if not indeed to conceal, the prodigious extrava- 
gances and wastes of the Roosevelt regime. The people 
of the United States have a right to know what their 
government costs and how the money goes. However, 
the facts of the Roosevelt period of reckless misman- 
agement and extravagance are slowly working out. The 
President has already instituted economies which will 
reduce the cost of government by the enormous total 
of $300,000,000 per year, and the work of systematizing 
expenditures to the end of other economies is still going 

Another inside glimpse has been afforded by Hon 
James A. Tawney of Minnesota, for six years chair- 
man of the House Committee on Appropriations. 
Speaking of the enormous increase in the cost of the 
Federal government, Mr. Tawney says that the seven 
and a half years of Rooseveltism, although a period of 
profound peace, cost the people of the United States 
practically as much in treasure for war purposes as did 

the Civil War. The most serious problem now before 
the country, Mr. Tawney declares, is that of cutting 
down the expenses of the national government. "Of 
the $1,000,000,000 the American people pay annually 
for the support of their Federal government more than 
$710,000,000 is spent for wars we have had or wars 
we are preparing for."- The average annual cost of the 
army before the Spanish war w : as less than $24,000,000 
per year. The average cost now is something over 
$83,000,000. In the same period the average annual 
cost of the navy has jumped from $27,500,000 to $102,- 
400,000. Of course, the difference in conditions is 
considerable, but it does not account for this tremen- 
dous augmentation of the cost of military service. 

Labor Unions and Coercion. 

Basic principles as they relate to labor disputes are 
so simple and universal in their common acceptance 
that it becomes a never-ending surprise that there 
should be any misunderstanding concerning them. The 
most lucid presentment of these principles that we have 
seen recently was one made last week by Mr. Justice 
Blackmar of Brooklyn in a suit brought by the Albro 
J. Newton Company against the United Brotherhood 
of Carpenters and Joiners of America. The case was 
one in which there was a strike against the company 
because of their determination to maintain an open 
shop. The strike was not successful, the company 
easily finding men to carry on its work. After several 
months the strikers through their union sent out notices 
to owners, contractors, and builders, warning them that 
they would not handle material made by the Albro J. 
Newton Company or any other open shop. Soon after 
the union called strikes against builders who used the 
Albro J. Newton's Company's materials. In granting 
an injunction restraining the union from threatening 
such strikes, Justice Blackmar said: 

Certain methods and weapons the law permits. Others it 
prohibits. It permits the strike on the one side and the lock- 
out on the other. But each combatant must respect the 
rights of the other guaranteed by our Constitution. Among 
these are life, liberty, and property. Violence against per- 
sons and tangible property will not be permitted. Neither will 
attacks on intangible property rights, like business, good will, 
or trade, be permitted. One cardinal principle must be borne 
in mind — that any element of illegality essential to a scheme 
or combination makes the whole illegal. This principle the 
defendants have overlooked. They have found a lawful means, 
namely, strikes, and an ultimate lawful end, namely, the im- 
provement of labor ; but they have forgotten that the very 
turning point in their scheme, and which alone makes it 
effective, is the coercion of plaintiff by injuring property 
rights. This is exactly what the defendants intended ; it is 
what they have done, and it is unlawful. 

This is so plain that it is difficult to see how any- 
body, even the most rabid unionist, could dissent from 
it. Furthermore, it contains the whole philosophy in 
its ultimate summing up of the rights and privileges 
on both sides of every labor controversy. 

Editorial Notes. 

President Taft has resolved whatever doubts have 
hitherto been urged respecting the right of the United 
States to fortify the Isthmian Canal. He is convinced 
that it is "the right and duty of the United States to 
fortify and make capable of defense the work that will 
bear so vital a relation to its welfare, and that is being 
created solely by it and at an expenditure of enormous 
sums." And having come to this conclusion — a con- 
clusion in which he is sustained by the best legal talent 
of the country — he asks Congress to appropriate 
$5,000,000 towards a scheme of defense planned to cost 
$12,500,000. The natural feeling of the country has 
been favorable to the idea of fortification. To the 
popular mind it has seemed even ridiculous that there 
should be any question as to our right to defend a work 
into which we are putting such tremendous sums of 
money, and this for the express purpose of increasing 
the efficiency of our navy by making it available for 
service on either side of the continent. The country 
will applaud the position of the President, and Congress 
undoubtedly will provide the money which has been 
asked for. Our treaty obligation in connection with 
the canal is to "maintain" its "neutralty," and the 
President's reasoning is that it is essential that this 
obligation requires us to so fortify the great waterway 
as to prevent any hostile force from interfering with 
its operation. In other words, defensive works are 
essential as a means of maintaining the "neutrality" of 
the canal. 

It comes as the note of a new spirit in China that 

the native newspapers express uneasiness over the 

I course of events in Korea. The Chinese view seems to 

be that Japan in Korea today means Japan in Man- 
churia tomorrow with all the danger that the posses- 
sion of Manchuria would apply to Mongolia and the 
rest of China. It is seen in China as it is everywhere 
that Japan is bound to "go somewhere." Her country 
is occupied up to the limit of its capacity to sustain 
population — even beyond its limit under world fashions 
of living which the Japanese are gradually assuming. 
The Island of Formosa has served only as a tub to 
the whale, while Saghalien is of small practical ac- 
count. It has nothing to offer a fixed and settled popu- 
lation, serving little more than as a base for fishery 
enterprises. If there had been no disturbance in the 
Pacific world growing out of the American-Spanish 
war, Japan would almost surely have acquired the 
Philippine Islands, but this opportunity being now shut 
off it appears inevitable that Japan must force her way 
or try to do it on the mainland. It is not surprising, 
therefore, that China is uneasy, not surprising that she 
sees in the occupation of Korea a menace to her own 
empire. That Japan in China, possessed of the enor- 
mous financial and other resources of that country, 
would be a menace to America, is the opinion of com- 
petent statesmen. Possibly in the long run — since 
Japan must "go somewhere" — we should be just as well 
off with Japan in possession of the Philippines. 

In reporting the criminal career of young Repsold, 
all the daily newspapers assume that the young man 
has been well brought up because his father is a man 
of property. This is neither good logic nor sound ob- 
servation. We undertake to say that as a rule the 
children of wealth are not brought up better than the 
children of relative property. The man of wealth 
oftentimes has a wife of fashion; and between the in- 
terests of the one and the follies of the other the chil- 
dren are very likely to suffer neglect. Money indeed 
may be spent on their housing, their clothes, their 
schooling, their diversions; but the spending of money 
is the poorest of devices when it comes to the upbring- 
ing of children. Young Repsold appears to be morally 
abandoned. He has some of the propensities which 
have come from liberal habits of life, but no develop- 
ment apparently of moral comprehension, of true char- 
acter. It would be interesting to know the truth in 
this case, and we shall probably get some approximation 
of it at least when the trial comes on. 

The new census means a reapportionment of the 
congressional districts of the country, with a consider- 
able increase in the membership of that body, such 
membership being necessary in order that no State 
shall lose a representative. The ratio of population is 
211,800 to one representative. Under the new appor- 
tionment the whole number of representatives will be 
increased from 391 to 433. The Pacific Coast, having 
grown rapidly, will make notable gains in representa- 
tion. California gains three, Oregon one, Washington 
two. Other important gains are in the more populous 
Eastern States, New York gaining six, bringing her 
total to forty-three, and Pennsylvania four, bringing 
her total to thirty-six. These increases and other 
changes, while inevitable under the new condition, do 
not come about automatically. It will be necessary 
for Congress to enact legislation upon the basis of the 
new population. Representative Crumpacker, chair- 
man of the House Committee on Census, has already 
introduced a measure along the lines above indicated, 
which will undoubtedly be accepted. In the reorgan- 
ized Congress the probable membership will be as fol- 

State. Members. Gain. 

Alabama 10 1 

Arkansas 7 

California 11 3 

Colorado 4 1 

Connecticut 5 

Delaware 1 

Florida 4 1 

Georgia 12 1 

Idaho 2 1 

Illinois 27 

Indiana 13 

Iowa 11 

Kansas 8 

Kentucky 11 

Louisiana 8 1 

Maine 4 

Maryland 6 

Massachusetts ...16 2 

Michigan 13 

Minnesota 10 1 

Mississippi 8 

Missouri 16 

Montana 2 1 

Stale. Members. Gain. 

Nebraska 6 

Nevada 1 

New Hampshire.. 2 

New Jersey 12 2 

New York 43 6 

North Carolina . .10 

North Dakota ... 3 1 

Ohio 22 1 

Oklahoma 8 3 

Oregon 3 1 

Pennsylvania ....36 4 

Rhode Island ... 3 1 

South Carolina . . 7 

South Dakota ... 3 1 

Tennessee 10 

Texas 18 2 

Utah 2 1 

Vermont 2 

Virginia 10 

Washington 5 J 

West Virginia ... 6 1 

Wisconsin 11 

Wyoming 1 (J 

Total 433 


A rich strike of petroleum has been mad 


January 21, 1911. 


To the British archaeologist, Dr. Arthur J. Evans, scholars 
of the present day, and the great world of unclassical readers 
as well, owe a great deal for knowledge of a civilization that 
has passed away, and for the rescue of historical facts from 
the haze of myth and legend. He it is who has proved by exca 
rations at Cnossos in Crete that the Labyrinth and the Mino- 
taur were actual and not fabulous, and that there was the 
seat of a great maritime empire in the days before Abraham 
left Ur of the Chaldees. Crete, an island lying midway be- 
tween Greece, Asia Minor, and the northern coast of Africa, 
was undoubtedly the home of great men and the scene of 
great events a thousand years before the time of -Eschylus and 
Euripides. It had an Attic development that long antedated 
the arts of the Greece that history knows. A volume entitled 
"The Sea Kings of Crete." written by James Eaikie, and pub- 
lished in London by Black, sums up the work of the archaeolo- 
gists on the island and from their discoveries pictures the age 
which is lost in the mists of ancient times : 

It is in Crete, not in Egypt or Asia, that the secrets of our 
modern civilization must be sought. For this Cretan civiliza- 
tion is more wonderful than anything yet revealed by delving 
in the dust of Assyria or Egypt. Egypt itself may be but an 
imitator of the gifted Cretan race — of that people whom, in 
their decadence, we meet in the Bible as the Philistines, and 
who even then were formidable. To the earliest Greeks, 
"an abundant wealth of legend told of great kings and heroes, 
of stately palaces, and mighty armies and powerful fleets, and 
the whole material of an advanced civilization." Tradition 
pointed steadily to Crete as the cradle of this civilization, but for 
thousands of years the soil of that -ligean island held its secret. 
Historians dismissed the old world stories of the Labyrinth, 
of Minos, of that monstrous beast the Minotaur, of Theseus 
and Ariadne, of the great fleet with which Minos had com- 
manded the sea, as mere fables. Then Dr. Evans started to 
dig, and the truth leapt to the light. As his men dug at 
Cnossos the remains of walls appeared. Xext a vast building 
two acres in extent was unearthed, and as the spades went 
down new wonders were disclosed. Halls and porticos and 
corridors and chambers appeared, and on their walls frescoes 
depicting the life of a vanished age. still radiant with color 
as in the far-off days of which Homer sang. 

But not alone to those who dig and to those who set down 
the results is all the credit due for our growing knowledge 
of thai ancient people. There are still many inscriptions 
to be deciphered, from which important records will come. 
At Leland Stanford Junior University even, so far from the 
Cretan mine of ancient history, Dr. George Hempl, professor 
of German philology, has given much time to study of these 
curious relics, and one of the most interesting riddles among 
them has been solved by his learning, wit, and patience. A 
disk, dug up at Phasstos, was covered with hieroglyphics un- 
like any that had been deciphered, and the inscription has 
given up its meaning under Professor Hempl's skillful appli- 
cation. In the January number of Harper's Magazine the 
disk is pictured, the method of its study explained, and the 
result set forth. It is a valuable discovery, for it shows that 
the Cretans wrote with syllabic characters, in a dialect closely 
related to the classical Greek of later times. Professor 
Hempl's article in the magazine is a unique contribution to 
the literature of modern scholarship. 

Twenty-three pictures and pieces of sculpture were sold 
during the annual winter exhibition of the Xational Academy 
of Design in Xew York, the display having continued for a 
month. Among the fortunate artists and sculptors whose 
work was chosen by purchasers no less a sum than $16,000 
was distributed. A winter landscape by Gardner Symons 
"was taken at $2000, the highest price obtained, and other 
pictures sold down the scale to $125. In the Xew York papers 
reporting this notably successful exhibition and sale of Ameri- 
can art was a story of the discovery of a famous Perugino 
painting of the Madonna and Christ child, now in the posses- 
sion of Mrs. Robert H. Sayre at Cambridge. There was 
convincing evidence that the painting was genuine, as it had 
been bequeathed to Mrs. Sayre by her brother, the Rev. 
Robert J. Xevin, for thirty-five years American rector of the 
Protestant Episcopal Church at Rome. Before Dr. X'evin 
secured it the picture had been in one of the galleries at 
Florence, Mrs. Sayre had owned the painting only lour years, 
and few had seen it after its arrival. Following immediately 
on the announcement of the whereabouts of the Perugino 
work, a wealthy American patron of art made an offer of 
$100,000 for it, without a view of the painting, but the offer 
»vas declined. Perugino died in 1524. It may console some 
of the artists who exhibited their work at the Xational 
Academy of Design to look forward four hundred years, when 
connoisseurs from Central Africa will come to America in 
search of paintings of the twentieth century and proffer dia- 
monds by the pint in competition for a choice. 

Composer Puccini is much better pleased wath American 
arrangements of coin than American arrangements of notes. 
He asserts that even what is good in the compositions of 
MacDowell and Converse, of DeKoven and Sousa, is not 
national in spirit or tone. Hear him: 

"The Girl of the Golden West" has delighted the Ameri- 
can critics as a whole, but here and there are complaints that 
there is not enough American music in the score. There is 
no such thing as "American music." What they have is negro 
music, which is almost savagery of sound. 

Well, if the music of our composers is not characteristically 
American, some of it may at least be written down as passable 
in melodic and harmonic charm. To say that music is Italian, 
or German, or Hungarian, or Spanish, is not to prove its 
excellence. Perhaps the greatest of music is that which is 
universa in character as well as in appeal. And, like great 
paintings, it gains weight and value with age. Few of the 
present-day composers escape adverse criticism. In the cur- 
rent i mber of the North American Review there is an en- 
:" vsia *ic appreciation of Charles Martin Loeffler, an Alsatian 
s.l lived many years in this country and written many 
I pieces of music, most of which are known only to 

I a small circle of his friends and associates. Lawrence Gil- 
man, a critic of knowledge and sympathy, is the author of 
the appreciation, and he has made it readable even for the 
untechnical public, but he presents some comparisons which 
will stir partisan prejudices. For instance: 

I am aware of no living melodist who combines, in equal 
measure, these qualities: on the negative side, a spontaneous 
avoidance of sentimentalism, triviality, and commonplace; 
on the positive side, originality of conception, an incorruptible 
fineness of taste, and the mastery of a style at once broad and 
subtle, passionate and restrained. They are not possessed 
in like degree by any one of his contemporaries. Strauss's 
frequent commonness, DTndy's limited emotional compass, 
Faure's slightness of substance, Regers aridity, rank them, 
as melodists, definitely below Loeffler, while Saint-Saens and 
Goldmark, Mahler and Sibelius, Elgar and Rachmaninoff, are 
his inferiors at almost every point. As for Debussy, he is 
indeed an exquisite melodist, a creator of melodic thoughts 
that are incomparably lovely and of an unexampled rarity, 
but Debussy has not Loeffler's blend of subtlety and power, 
of largeness and intensity. 

Musical critics are even more difficult to please than dra- 
matic critics. However, they usually take the safer side, and 
abuse the absent composer rather than the contiguous instru- 
mentalist. Like Guildenstern, they may not know how to 
play the pipes, but they assume to know not merely when 
they are well played but whether the music is fitted to the 
capabilities of wood tubes with holes and stops. Occasionally 
the critics are technically informing. This, from a recent 
notice in the Xew York Sun, will illustrate: 

The second concert of the Barrere Ensemble, which took 
place yesterday afternoon in the Belasco Theatre, evoked 
plenteous applause from an audience of good size. There 
were four numbers on the programme, to-wit, Beethoven's 
rondino for two oboes, two clarinets, two horns and two bas- 
soons ; a dixtuor by George Enesco, the Roumanian composer ; 
a quatuor by Rossini, and a "Petite Suite"' of Debussy, tran- 
scribed by Marcel Tournier. A rondino by Beethoven sounds 
no note of alarm. Let us therefore speak first of a dixtuor. 
The word is portentous, but its significance is peaceful. A 
dixtuor is a piece of music written for ten instruments. In 
the case of the work heard yesterday the instruments selected 
by the composer were two flutes, an oboe, an English horn, 
two clarinets, two bassoons, and two horns. An excellent 
collection of wind instruments this in the hands of a com- 
poser who has something suitable for wind instruments to 

Returning to the question of national quality in literature 
and art, may it not be said that a little too much is asked 
by the critics? An editorial paragrapher in the Springfield 
i Massachusetts) Union is prodigiously exercised because the 
attractive type of American beauty found in San Francisco 
by Artist Harrison Fisher is personified in Miss Maurine Ras- 
mussen. The Xew Englander hopes the beauty is more 
typically American than the name. What would he have ? 
Must an American beauty bear an appellation like Minne- 
haha, or Kewaygooshtekumkankangewok ? Why is not Ras- 
mussen as American as McKinley or Roosevelt ? There are 
not many real Americans now in the former haunts of Mas- 
sasoit, if the descendants of immigrants are not to be counted. 
One of the poetesses of Massachusetts married a real Ameri- 
can nearly, Ohiyesa of the Sioux tribe, but even he cast off 
his real American name and became Eastman. It would seem 
that Westman would have been more appropriate, certainly 
up to the time when he left Dakota and settled down among 
the foreigners of Cambridge or the Back Bay district. 

In 1811 Governor Elbridge Gerry of Massachusetts signed 
the bill which constructed an election district on a new and 
fearful plan, outlining a long, curved, irregular strip, which 
looked on the map something like a salamander but was named 
a gerrymander in a flash of wit from an editor. 'Governor 
Gerry always resented the fact that his name was attached 
to this political nondescript, as he was opposed to the idea, 
but the label stuck, and for a hundred years it has described 
any unfair or even unnatural division of election districts 
in the United States. At the end of the century', however, 
a blow is to be struck at this horrendous affair, and in its 
birthplace. Speaker Walker of the Massachusetts House of 
Representatives announces that he will see that the ^dis- 
tricting is done fairly, and Governor Foss, in supporting the 
idea, favors the following of direct lines to create the new 
districts, without eccentricities. Difficult as the problem is, it 
is one that will come up for solution in many of the State 
legislatures this year, to provide for the new apportionments 
under authority of the census of 1910. There is an, oppor- 
tunity for some governor to send his name thundering down 
the years by inventing a new rule of division, for irregular 
shapes are the rule and not the exception with congressional 
districts the country- over. 

Serious as it is, there are funny sides to the war game. 
Two British army officers were caught prowling around the Ger- 
man fortifications on the Xorth Sea coast and arrested as spies. 
Their trial has just been concluded at Leipsic, and as they 
admitted they were gathering information, they were found 
guilty and sentenced to four years" imprisonment in a fortress. 
This sounds somewhat severe, but considerably less forbidding 
than hanging, or shooting, or any summary proceeding of that 
sort. However, the particulars are really not so bad. The 
imprisonment is for the hours of darkness only: during the 
day these dangerous spies may obtain permission to visit the 
neighboring town and enjoy themselves as they please, if they 
are careful to come back before the fortress shuts up for the 
night. Frowning justice in German military circles has a 
soft hand for foreign offenders, it seems, although the dis- 
cipline is severe enough for those who wear the coat of the 
Kaiser. Sixteen years ago two French officers were arrested 
as spies, under circumstances similar to those of the British 
case, and they were sentenced to long terms of imprison- 
ment, but when President Carnot was assassinated the Ger- 
man emperor pardoned them as a mark of sympathy. Prob- 
ably the detention term of the English officers will be 
shortened. Some sort of a punishment must be inflicted to 
keep up appearances. There is little doubt that the British 

war office has a plan of every German fortification in exist- 
ence, and that the German military chiefs are as well pro- 
vided with information relating to British defenses. Prepara- 
tions for the employment of any army or navy on earth 
include such plans as surely as they include charts of foreign 
harbors and lights. And the men who are sent to get them 
do their errands with light hearts. Actual spies, who had 
penetrated into really secret places, would not be dismissed 
with a slap on the wrist. George L. Shoals. 



'The Bay Fight." 
A weary time — but to the strong 

The day at last, as ever, came ; 
And the volcano, laid so long, 

Leaped forth in thunder and in flame ! 

"Man your starboard battery !" 
Kimberly shouted ; 
The ship, with her hearts of oak, 
Was going, 'mid roar and smoke. 
On to victory ! 

None of us doubted ; 
Xo, not our dying — 
Farragut's flag was flying ! 

Gaines growled low on our left, 
Morgan roared on our rieht ; 

Before us, gloomy and fell. 

With breath like the fume of hell. 

Lay the Dragon of iron shell. 
Driven at last to the fight ! 

Ha! old ship, do they thrill 
The brave two hundred scars 
You got in the River wars? 

That were leeched with clamorous skill 
(Surgery savage and hardi. 

Splinted with bolt and beam, 

Probed in scarfing and seam, 
Rudely linted and tarred 

With oakum and boiling pitch 
At the Brooklyn Navy Yard ! 

On. in the whirling shade 

Of the cannon's sulphury breath, 
We drew to the Line of Death 

That our devilish Foe had laid — 
Meshed in a horrible net, 

And baited villainous well. 
Right in our path were set 

Three hundred traps of hell ! 

And there, oh, sight forlorn ! 
There, while the cannon 
Hurtled and thundered — 
(Ah ! what ill raven 
Flapped o'er the ship that morn?) — 
Caught by the under-death, 
In the drawing of a breath, 

Down went the dauntless craven. 
He and his hundred! 

A moment we saw her turret, 

A little heel she gave. 
And a thin white spray went o'er her. 

Like the crest of a breaking wave ; 
In that great iron coffin, 

The channel for their grave. 
The fort their monument 
(Seen afar in the offing). 
Ten fathom deep lie craven 

And the bravest of our brave. 

Then, in that deadly track. 
A little the ships held back. 

Closing up in their stations. 
There are minutes that fix the fate 

Of battles and of nations 

i Christening the generations). 
When valor were all too late, 

If a moment's doubt be harbored. 
From the main-top, bold and brief. 
Came the word of our grand old chief: 

"Go on!" — 'twas all he said; 

Our helm was put to starboard. 
And the Hartford passed ahead. 

There to silence the Foe, 

Moving grimly and slow, 
They loomed in that deadly wreath, 

Where the darkest batteries frowned — 

Death in the air all around, 
And the black torpedoes beneath ! 

And now, as we looked ahead. 

All for'ard the long white deck 
Was growing a strange, dull red ; 

But soon, as once again 
Fore and aft we sped 

(The firing to guide or check), 
You could hardly choose but tread 

On the ghastly human wreck 
( Dreadful goblet and shred 

That a minute ago were men !) 

Red, from mainmast to bitts ! 

Red, on bulwark and wale ! 
Red, by combing and hatch ! 

Red, o'er netting and rail ! 
And ever, with steady con, 

The ship forged slowly by ; 
And ever the crew fought on, 

And their cheers rang loud and high. 

Grand was the sight to. see 

How by their guns they stood. 
Right in front of our dead. 

Fighting square abreast. 

Each brawny arm and chest 
All spotted with black and red,. 

Chrism of fire and blood! 

Fear ? A forgotten form ! 

Death ? A dream of the eyes ! 
We were atoms in God's great storm 

That roared through the angry- skies. 

— Henrx Howard Brozcnell. 

At this time seventy-two cents of every dollar paid 
out by the United States government goes toward the 
expense of wars, past or future. But eighteen cents of 
every dollar spent is applicable to other purposes. 

January 21, 1911. 


New York's Strange Case of Disputed Parentage. 

It is natural enough that a sensation should follow 
the closing of the Northern Bank of New York and its 
nine branches. There is something tantalizing in the 
sight of locked doors that ought to guard some eight 
million dollars of depositors' money, especially when 
the doors have been locked by orders of stern authority 
that evidently has its own suspicions as to the where- 
abouts of so much dazzling wealth. But when a police- 
man orders you to "move on" just as though you were 
watching a mere casual dog-fight a feeling of exas- 
peration is apt to supervene, and this is not moderated 
by tranquil assurances from those whose money is else- 
where that probably everything will come out right in 
the end and that all is for the best in this best of all 
possible worlds. Of course it is good to know that 
"whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth," but it takes 
time for the comfort to sink in, and the depositors of 
the Northern Bank seem still to think that they have 
a grievance, especially those who parted from their 
money only the night before. 

But finance is deadly uninteresting at the best of 
times, especially other people's finance. The real fas- 
cination of the Northern Bank story is in what is called 
its human interest features, although how- anything that 
happens in this world can have any other kind of in- 
terest it is hard to say. And certainly the incident has 
brought us face to face with some of those remarkable 
personalities that ought to be in novels but seldom are. 
Now - Joseph G. Robin, the head of more financial insti- 
tutions than can be counted upon the fingers, may be a 
much abused and much wronged individual. His finan- 
cial soul raav be as white as driven snow. Heaven 
forbid that he should be judged except by due prucess 
of law and by his Maker, but the fact remains that his 
story is a strange one and that the chapters that he 
has added since his arrest are the strangest of all. 

Robin came from Russia sixteen years ago. At that 
time he was called Robinowitz and he was penniless. 
No man can become truly great if he has more than 
a dollar in his pocket when he reaches the metropolis, 
and so our friend Robinowitz had peculiar claims upon 
fortune. The exact system by which he acquired a 
chain of banks with eight million dollars need not be 
set down here. They belong to the domain of high 
finance, upon which the layman must not trespass, but 
Robinowitz became a millionaire, and he judiciously 
chan^ed his name to Robin, which has a chirpy sound 
about it and one calculated to inspire confidence. But 
his equally attractive sister, who is a doctor, retained 
her Russian name, the whole of it, and incidentally it 
may be noted by the curious that a Russian name, 
while detrimental to a banker, is rather to the advan- 
tage of a doctor. There is a suggestion of oriental 
love and of an exotic scholarship about Russian names, 
out these are not needed in the banking business — only 

Now the immediate point of interest is whether or 
not Herman Robinovitch and Mrs. Elka Robinovitch. 
two worthy old people who live in quiet poverty some- 
where outside of New York, are the parents of the 
astute banker and the learned doctor. The old people 
say that they are, while the young people say that they 
are not. It was natural that the authorities should 
make seme inquiry as to the antecedents of their pris- 
oner and they were directed at once to Mr. and Mrs. 
Robinovitch. who possibly were a little proud of their 
distinguished offspring. It is strange what some par- 
ents will be proud of. They admitted their paternity 
without hesitation, and apparently it never occurred to 
them that they would be disowned. But in the mean- 
time both Robin and his sister had declared that so far 
as they knew their parents were dead; that at least 
they were in Russia : that they themselves had been 
brought to the proud country of their adoption by 
friends, and that the mother and father had dropped 
entirely out of their lives ever since they left Europe. 

The next move of the police was to bring the old 
people to the Tombs prison and to confront them with 
Robin and his sister. It is a pity that we have only 
a prosaic and unsentimental record of that meeting. 
The old people hastened confidently to greet the young 
ones, as old people will do even though the sword of 
a disgraceful fate is vibrating overhead. Parents never 
deny their children. This particular infamy belongs 
only to the young. But Robin and his sister, the finan- 
cier and the physician, drew away scornfully as such 
aristocrats would do at the touch of an unclean thing. 
Robin used words that are indicated by asterisks, while 
his sister adopted the more deadly feminine weapon of 
a glance. Then the old woman moaned and sank back 
in her seat, and the father covered his face and spoke 
inaudibly to the god of his race. 

Of course there was nothing more to be done just 
then. The old people, shabby but with all the dignity 
of grief, were denied, disowned, rejected. They went 
home and the police guarded the house, lest they should 
be molested. Then Mr. and Mrs. Robinovitch were 
persuaded to prove their paternity. Here were letters, 
any number of them, letters beggitig for money, for 
$10. for $15, for anything at all. That was before the 
golden ship had come home and while father and 
mother still had their uses in the world. The letters 
began "My Faithful Mother," and "My Dear Parents." 
They concluded with "Your loving Louise" and "Your 
son, Joseph." There was a large parcel of them. 
Their authenticity was undeniable. They were just 

such letters as millions of mothers and fathers have 
treasured from millions of sons and daughters and will 
always treasure while the world stands. 

And so Dr. Robinovitch was arrested also and went 
to join her charming brother in the Tombs. Fortu- 
nately she had sworn to a legal document which 
brought her just within the net of perjury, and it may 
be noted that the grand jury wasted very little time 
over her indictment. People were beginning to be in- 
terested in the old couple and financial considerations 
were submerged for the moment beneath something 
more human and more wholesome. Of course the 
learned physician was bailed out after a night of dur- 
ance and went away in her automobile, but it will be 
interesting to note her defense when she is arraigned 
upon a charge of falsely swearing that Herman Robino- 
vitch and Elka Robinovitch are not her father and her 
mother. But is it conceivable that she will not relent? 

Sidxey G. P. Coryx. 

New York. January 12, 1911. 

The White Star liner Olympic, christened by the 
Countess of Aberdeen, wife of the Yiceroy of Ireland, 
was launched at Belfast on the 20th of October. No 
other boat ever launched has attracted so much public 
attention (observes a writer in St. Nicholas), not only 
because she is the largest vessel that has ever been built, 
but because her machinery is of a type considerably 
different from that of previous steamers. Though her 
launching weight of twenty-seven thousand tons, the 
heaviest weight ever transferred by man from land to 
water, gave rise to greater anxiety than is usual in 
such an operation, all plans worked to perfection, and 
she glided into the water as gracefully as would a small 
launch. The boat contains many radical improvements, 
and provides for 2500 passengers, while the crew will 
number 860. Her engines are of 45,000 horsepower, 
and are of two kinds, known to engineers as the recipro- 
cating and the turbine. She is 882 feet in length, tw-ice 
as long as the height of the dome of St. Peter's at Rome, 
and equals in length the total drop of the famous Bridal 
Yeil fall in the Yosemite valley. 

It was Asia, through Arabia, which gave Europe the 
literature, the arts, and the sciences, which we have de- 
veloped and of which we now boast. Gunpowder was 
probably invented in China; it was certainly introduced 
into Europe from Arabia. The finely-tempered steel 
of Damascus went over from Arabia at the time of 
the Moorish invasion of Spain, and its manufacture was 
continued at Toledo. The coppersmiths of Bagdad 
supplied the world's market with their wonderful pro- 
ductions centuries before there were any industries in 
Europe. Weaving of silk and cotton had its birth as 
an industry in Arabia, and the weaving of wool was 
learned by the Crusaders in the same wonderful coun- 
try. Astronomy, mathematics, the mariner's compass 
— all came to us from the Arabs. And Asia is coming 
into her own again. 

Estimates at the outset of the season and facts at the 
close of the year do not always jibe. According to the 
former last spring there would have been made for the 
1910 season not under 200,000 cars, but the American 
Automobile Association has compiled statistics to show 
that but 80,000 cars were actually made in this country 
for the season of 1910, the value of the output being 
$240,000,000. There were made 1.700,000 horse-drawn 
vehicles, and it is significant that but 5000 of the num- 
ber were buggies, 125,000 other vehicles, and 500,000 
farm wagons. From these figures it may readily be 
seen that to supplant the horse in the commercial ve- 
hicle field will require an even greater output than was 
ever planned in the field of pleasure cars. 

The California mining company making the largest 
production of gold in the State in 1910 was the Yuba 
Consolidated Goldfields Company, working dredges in 
the Marysville field of Yuba County. The most pro- 
ductive single quartz mine was that of the North Star 
Mines Company, of Grass Valley. Nevada County. 
The mine with the deepest workings and the most pro- 
ductive mine on the Mother Lode was the Kennedy, of 
Jackson. Amador County. The most productive drift 
mine was the old Birdseye Creek property at You Bet, 
in Nevada Count}-. The most productive hydraulic 
mine was operated by the La Grange Mining Company 
near Weaverville. Trinity County. 

The real (or geographic) north pole and the mag- 
netic north pole are not in the same place. The mag- 
netic north pole, toward which the compass-needle 
really points, is situated in the northern part of Canada, 
in northern latitude 70 degrees 5 minutes and longitude 
96 degrees 43 minutes west from Greenwich. It was 
first visited in 1831 by Sir Tames Ross. The southern 
magnetic pole is in a corresponding position in the Ant- 
arctic region. It was discovered by Sir Ernest 
Shackleton's expedition to be latitude 72 degrees 25 
minutes south and longitude 154 degrees east. 
m» m 

The fourth modern wonder is the St. Gotthard tun- 
nel, twelve miles long, under the Alps. There was a 
Brenner railroad route over the Austrian Alps: a Mt. 
Cenis tunnel under the French Alps ; but Italy. Switzer- 
land, and Germany combined to divert the century-old 
trade between south and north to a shorter new route, 
the key to the situation being the long tunnel, more 
than twice as long as any American railroad tunnel. 


James Ward is an eighteen-year-old South Carolina 
aviator who has won a $5000 prize. 

The Grand Duchess Elizabeth, a sister of the Russian 
empress, has become an abbess of the Russian Order 
of White Nuns. 

Being entitled to draw a Carnegie teacher's pension, 
after so many years of service as a college professor 
and president. Dr. Woodrow Wilson will not deny him- 
self the pleasure of drawing one. 

Miss Helen Farnsworth Mears. a New York sculp- 
tor, has won the commission for the colossal figure 
which is to snrmount the dome of the new capitol of 
the State of Wisconsin at Madison. Models for the 
work are at her studio and are much admired. 

Mrs. Anney McElroy Brett, of Western Texas, i- 
president of the Southern Independent Telephone and 
Telegraph Company, and president and general man- 
ager of the Brett Construction. Telephone and Tele- 
graph Company. These companies, representing more 
than $500,000, were organized by her without a dollar 
of capital to start with. 

Emperor Nicholas will present to Zaandam, in Hol- 
land, a statue of Peter the Great. It was in this vil- 
lage, it will be remembered, that Peter learned ship- 
building for the benefit of his country. The house in 
which he lived has long been a place of pilgrimage for 
foreigners visiting Holland. It was restored and in- 
closed for its preservation by Emperor Nicholas's 

William Kuhe. who introduced Patti. Trebelli. and 
Christine Nilsson to the concert platform in England, 
is eighty-seven years old. an age which, he thinks, en- 
titles him to be known as the oldest musician in the 
world. He was born in Prague in 1823. the son of 
German parents. He is a pianist, and has given con- 
certs in association with some of the world's most 
famous artists. 

Professor Hugo Munsterberg. of Harvard Uni- 
versity, declares that the need for regular athletic exer- 
cise is a delusion, and that "if the craving for it is not 
intentionally injected into the body by habitual indulg- 
ence, the normal personality can remain just as well 
without it." The only restoratives for used-up brain 
energy are "rest, sleep, fresh air, and good nourish- 

Edwin Ginn, the Boston publisher, who has an- 
nounced his intention of giving $50,000 annually to 
the maintenance of the International School of Peace, 
and of making a permanent endowment for the institu- 
tion, has long been known for his philanthropies. Mr. 
Ginn was born in Maine in 1838. and was graduated 
at Tufts College. As head of the publishing house 
that bears his name Mr. Ginn has built up a business 
in text.-books second to none in this country. His first 
book was Allen's Latin Grammar, published in 1868. 

Miss Agnes Deans-Cameron has been sent to Eng- 
land by the Canadian government to lecture on the 
advisability of emigrating to Canada. Before going 
over to the mother country Miss Deans-Cameron trav- 
eled extensively over Canada for the purpose of inves- 
tigation, the means for doing this being furnished by 
the government. She proved so successful that the 
Australian government has followed the example of 
Canada by sending Miss Beatrice Grimshaw to explore 
Papua. British New Guinea, with reference to its op- 
portunities for settlers. 

Dr. Edgar Odell Lovett is one of the young educators 
of the lime who will have an almost unexampled oppor- 
tunity. He is president of the William M. Rice Insti- 
tute, of Houston, Texas, which will be opened this year. 
An endowment of $7,000,000 makes this college the 
richest institution of learning in the South, and its 
head will build with ample means from the beginning. 
Dr. Lovett is in his fortieth year, a graduate of 
Bethany College. West Virginia, and has been pro- 
fessor of mathematics and. later, professor of astron- 
omy at Princeton University. 

Frank Woolworth. who will be the owner of the new- 
skyscraper on Broadway which is to top the Singer 
building by several feet, can well afford the investment, 
as he is a many times millionaire. At twenty-one Mr. 
Woolworth was a dry goods clerk and without capital, 
but a little later he started a store in Utica and laid 
the foundation of his fortune, and he is now a little 
more than fifty. He was among the first to see the 
winning idea in 5-and-10-cent stores, and gradually 
increased his ownership until he had 286 separate es- 
tablishments. He has always been loyal to New York, 
his native State. 

John Miller Murphy, the patriarch of Northwestern 
journalism, has been for fifty years editor and proprie- 
tor of the Washington Standard, a Democratic weekly 
of Olympia, Washington. A few weeks ago the golden 
anniversary of the publisher and his paper were cele- 
brated, distinguished citizens of Washington and 
gon and societies of pioneers participating. Mr. Miller 
was born in Indiana in 1839 and came across the plains 
to Oregon in 1850. He was a pupil at the first scho .1 
in Portland, and learned the printer's trade in that 
city. In 1860 he established the Standard, anil in 1865 
erected the building which has been occupied by his 
offices since that time. 


January 21, 1911. 


How It Wound Itself about a Weak Man's Will. 

The ragged man turned into a byway with the steady, 
hopeless gait of those that walk the streets for want 
of shelter. He noted that the district was unfamiliar, 
and to him it seemed odd that the city should contain 
any corner unfound in his wanderings. The streets 
were his own, trespassed infrequently by a milk-wagon, 
a whirring car, or a policeman. He took no count of 
time, nor heeded his course.- Time and the streets: he 
had them and nothing more. Too, they were his 
tyrants. There was no drain on his time, and yet its 
very abundance was sinister. The streets, the city: 
under their goad he trudged without stop, seeking relief, 
esteeming the mere chance to work the fairest of re- 
wards. The city, sprawling over the hills, played with 
him, lashing, prodding, teasing; it deigned to see his 
agony only to laugh. 

He waited with a listless, impersonal curiosity for 
the next stroke of fate, wondering if it would be the 
coup de grace. An arc light, hung high in the distance, 
blinded him with its unilluminating glare. Close to the 
houses, he slunk along mechanically. 

Of a sudden he stumbled, caught himself, and stopped. 
His shoe had struck the outstretched foot of a man 
asleep in a doorway. The vagrant gazed at him slug- 

It was a sharp blow, yet the prostrate body gave no 
sign of having felt it. Stretched across a flight of five 
steps, the slumberer breathed with the stertorous gasps 
of drunken stupor. 

The vagrant stood as if beholding a new manner of 
creature. Slowly he took in the simple facts; then, the 
truth standing out prominently in his dulled mind, he 
passed on, muttering, as if to emphasize the hard- 
grasped thought, "Only a drunk." But his mind had 
been set to work. As he limped on, he reflected in 

At the contrast between the man who had money to 
waste and himself he laughed. Within a few hours, he 
recounted silently, this drunkard had thrown away more 
than would have sufficed to keep a workless man a week, 
a month, an interminable period. He estimated vaguely 
what the drunken man had spent and converted it into 
his own coin, magnifying it, attenuating the sum with 
all the tricks of the hungry, until in imagination it- 
had yielded many feasts. 

The picture that had filtered through his brain during 
the pause rose again: he saw the heavy body, inert, 
stretched across the steps; the fat stubby hands sprawl- 
ing; the head lost in the darkness. Across the stomach 
stretched a massive gold chain. The chain he saw 
vividly, sparkling in a glint of light as it rose to the 
deep breaths, the heavy links easing and playing on 
the cloth. 

Suddenly he paused. His halt was as instinctive as 
if he had found himself on the brink of an abyss. A 
little, tingling thrill swept him, and his head, from no 
wish of his own, jerked back slightly, leaving the mouth 
open for a moment. He gasped : there was not enough 
air in his lungs. For the fraction of a second he suffo- 
cated. For there had come to him the thought, with 
all its inviting suggestiveness, that the sharp blow upon 
the foot had not awakened the sleeper, that the fat 
hands were not upon the chain. All he need do to eat, 
to rest, to fit himself for the morrow's task, would be 
to take those links. There was no danger. The man 
would not rouse. He was alone, obscured. And it 
meant food, rest, hope. 

Cleared and concentrated by the shock, by the first 
thought of the kind he had ever evolved, his mind 
debated the idea for the smallest space of time. As its 
import became defined the man laughed shyly, ashamed 
for having considered it, his self-reproach augmented 
because the thought had been involuntary. He started 

The pause seemed immeasurable, a hiatus in which 
his character had altered, in which there had come a 
sully to the youth who had stumbled over the drunk- 
ard's foot. In that last halt he had reviewed, in a 
grim swirl of memories, every incident of his hardships, 
without a continuity but with a searing sense of reality 
— recollections of ceaseless pangs of body and soul. 

The defeats in his search for work were over- 
shadowed by the remembrance of how he had fed in 
those days. The stomach, abused and unfilled, domi- 
nated his thoughts. The fare of the lowest eating- 
houses, which once had seemed impossible and then 
had become his daily subsistence, was a thing for which 
he now yearned as it tormented with memories of suf- 

In his bitterness he turned on Man, the blind, the 
careless, the heedless — Man. the barbarian, lying there, 
personified, drunk in a doorway while the starving 
passed in their unrest. Was it right, he asked, was it 
just, that he should fall while a drunkard had for a 
bauble what would be his sustenance? 

Again he saw, very clearly, the chain, stretching 
across the massive stomach, brilliant, heavy, offering 
surfeit. That vision he could not expel. Contradict- 
ing the promise of a feeble faith of the chance to 
come with the new sun, it pointed to a path certain, 
unhampcring. immediate. His thoughts circled about 
the cha'n with a fearful insistence as he strove to for- 

1 upuiMvely he turned, and felt himself flush beyond 
"over hunger. He would not touch the chain, he 

told himself — would not even look at the wearer. He 
would merely walk back. Retrace his steps : yes. It 
did not matter where he went. He had hours of ob 
jectless tramping before he would lose possession of 
the dim streets, before those furtive, suspicious houses 
would wake. 

He trembled with the night cold, and the shaking 
turned to a quiver of fear at his daring of temptation 
as he sidled toward the doorway. The chain dazzled 
his mind as his eyes had been dazzled by the arc light. 
In a feverish tangle he felt the teachings of his child- 
hood, the principles he had been led to believe inexor- 
able, pitted against the unconscious anarchy that had 
been brought to him by his sufferings. The conven- 
tional nature, bred by years of schooling and the 
heredity of ages, grappled with the new that yet was 
older — the reflection of primitive man, his hand against 
all others — revived by the sting of hunger. He realized 
the issues not by intellect but by instinct. His whole 
body trembled with the force of the conflict. He was 
dizzied. As he strained for a clear thought, seeking 
to reduce a chaos of emotions to expression, he found 
his steps bringing him to the crisis. 

Three paces more and he would be at the sleeper's 
side — two — one 

Almost with surprise at himself, he passed on. 

Through his distraction there slowly glowed a feel- 
ing of triumph : he had passed a trial, the insane pas- 
sions of a moment were drowned. He praised himself. 
Order and law, coeval with artificiality ; conventional 
right — all that he had been taught was pivotal — cried 
victory. But deeper within him was the knowledge, 
which he at first tried to stifle, that his action was a 
mere lack of determination. It was cowardice, not 
virtue ; submission to fear of unrealities. Pride in 
conquest became spurious under the disappointment of 
an opportunity gone. Gone, yes: was it lost? 

The thought, coming suddenly and involuntarily as 
had that first recognition of the possibility in the chain, 
swung the pendulum back. A flood of justifications 
surged over him, and his abjuration appeared hypo- 
critical. He, the man who could not find his place, 
would take his own — his by right of need, his in that 
he had been denied all else, his in that it gave him a 
chance under the rules of the game into which he had 
been forced. This he told himself, and more. A man's 
privilege as a man ; no charity, but the bare right of 
life — that he demanded. The right to make his way 
with his own hand. Only through the string of gold 
might he survive till that right was given him. He 
had been cheated ; in turn he would cheat, playing by 
the rules that favored him. Society had treated him 
with wanton disregard; civilization had stolen from 
him his vital privilege. Well, then, he would make 
his place in that mighty machine whose unwieldiness 
was crushing him. He would live on the world till 
of it, standing alone, snatching his due, thwarting a 
monstrous heedlessness. This was not robbery, he 
cried; it was justice. 

The sting of his rancor brought him strength. He 
would exist ! By robbery ! 

Again the law-loving side, fostered by generations 
that had stood in awe of organization of rules which is 
not organization of men, struck at his exultation. By 
robbery ! 

He heard those two words uttered, passionless and 
menacing. He saw his contemplated deed judged by 
the standards he had accepted all his life. Once more 
he was tossed, in lack of will, between the bufferings 
of the man who demanded food and the other within 
him, who measured his thoughts from the standpoint 
to which he had been trained. 

The pain was as poignant as if two creatures were 
tearing his flesh. Trembling, he hesitated as he 
searched through the haze of his mind for light. The 
two natures he saw grip him in a final clash ; the baser, 
red clad, ferocious, dragging him on to the drunkard 
in the doorway, crying of hope and vengeance; the 
other, austere, white-robed, deterrent. 

Under the ordeal he reeled with the vertigo of hunger 
and fatigue. Then, as the oscillation ceased, there 
came determination. He laughed again, defiantly, and 
threw out a hand as if to cast from him his fear. He 
reasserted his absolution. Heedless, without hesita- 
tion, without caution, he went to the fulfillment of his 
demands. He turned back, walking rapidly. His 
atonement, his rising was at hand! He was about to 
come into his own, powerful in his right, unwhipped, 
unafraid, a man among puppets, daring for his retri- 
bution ! 

He stooped above the pudgy, overfed figure ; his hand 
touched the bloated stomach. Then he straightened 
with a squaring of the shoulders. He had achieved ! 

He turned. Before him was a policeman. Smiling, 
typical of the machine upon which the thief had de- 
clared war, he snapped steel over his fists. "Rollin' 
drunks, eh?" he said. 

The thief stared at him dumbly, and then at the chain 
in the gyved hands — his right, his hope, his recompense, 
the gold that bound him firmer than the steel upon his 
wrists. M. B. Levick. 

San Francisco, January, 1911. 

From West Island, New Zealand, has come the 
largest block of jade known. It weighs seven thousand 
pounds, is worth $5000, and has been presented to the 
New York Museum of Natural History by Mr. J. 
Pierpont Morgan. 


Americans in Paris would have swamped the purely 
French clubs long ago had they not been such awesome 
centres of family ancestor worship. There may be too 
many Americans in London clubs — the English say so — 
but there are practically none in those of Paris. The 
great ones — Jockey, Agricole, Rue Royale, Union, and 
Union Artistique — are so ruled by old members that the 
young Parisians of family simply pay their dues and 
steer clear of them. Young men must rise when their 
olders enter. Does the ancestor lack an easy chair? 
Quick, take mine. Is a young man winning gold at 
baccarat? An old sport taps his shoulder. It means: 
"Get up, I want that place." Young men have to sit 
for hours and listen to bald heads' stories. 

"Yes, young man, your grandfather forced the door 
with three friends, the Marquis de Temps-Passes, the 
Comte de Gaga — no, that was another adventure at the 
house of La Paiva. Remind me to tell you of it. I 
was saying that your father and the Baron de Baveur 
— I mean your grandfather and the Vicomte de Caduc 
— proposed that I should hold the stakes. Now, this 
was the situation " 

Is it a wonder that young Parisians of family fre- 
quent the Travelers' Club with enthusiasm? Instead 
of treating them like schoolboys, the new club honors 
them, reveres them almost, as the choicest, most indis- 
pensable section of its membership. 

The Travelers' Club is a unique creation. It aids 
Americans in two natural social requirements : to meet 
desirable French acquaintances and avoid undesirable 
friendships with traveling compatriots. These are its 
especial attractions (declares a correspondent of the 
Kansas City Star). It is by far the most magnificently 
housed club in Paris. The Jockey Club is situated 
above the Grand Cafe. The Union Artistique has valu- 
able grounds in the Champs Elysees, but its building 
is ramshackle. The Club of the Rue Royale has a slice 
of Gabriel's noble old columned palace on the Place de 
la Concorde — shared, however, with the Automobile 
Club and a hotel. The great building of the Agricole 
looks like an apartment house. 

The Travelers' is installed in a bijou palace that cost 
Napoleon III some 15,000,000 francs. Situated in the 
best part of the Avenue des Champs Elysees, its interior 
decorations render it unique even among the noble 
buildings of Paris. During the last brilliant years of 
the second empire it was the home of the meteoric 
Marquis de Paiva — whose souvenir imparts a piquant 
flavor to the reveries of club members. The fabulous 
silver bathroom of La Paiva, with its onyx fittings, ruby 
decorations and Oriental mirrors, still exists — for good 
Americans to reflect on the vanity of pomps and self- 
indulgence. La Paiva died in Silesia in 1884, her last 
ten years having been spent in piety and charity. 

She was a Russian beauty of the humblest origin. 
Her husband was a little tailor. He disappeared. She 
came to Paris to seek work and turned out to be mu- 
sical. Introduced to the literary and artistic set by 
the musician Henry Hery, she fascinated Napoleon 
III. A Spanish nobleman, the Marquis de Paiva, mar- 
ried her — at Napoleon's request — to give her respect- 
ability. She lived with the marquis in this palace glori- 
ously—until, one day, the marquis gave a great dinner 
party, and at dessert blew his brains out. Which gave 
him back respectability. Later, she fled Paris, under 
suspicion as a Russian spy, leaving all her treasures 
behind her. To end her life in peace and charity, she 
married Bismarck's cousin, the Count de Donners- 
marck, first governor of Alsace-Loraine. 

Now her Paris palace, unique for its heavy splendor, 
is this clubhouse. Arsene floussaye, in his "Confes- 
sions," tells how the reputation of its marvels fired 
French imagination of his day. The famous architect, 
Pierre Manquin, called in the leading artists of the 
second empire to execute his plans. Paul Baudry, De 
Launay, and Carrier decorated its salons. Belleuse 
sculptured its marbles and painted its allegorical figures. 
There are panels of wood carving that took six years 
to execute. In all, ten years were occupied. The 
kitchens in the basement extend under the entire build- 
ing. Dinners of 110 covers have been cooked in them 
without straining their resources. 

The first Paris club to make a feature of its Ameri- 
can membership does not desire the names, nevertheless, 
to be published in America. Probably it is the desire 
of the American members themselves. Naturally they 
dread climbers. The club is besieged by climbers. 
This is not new. It was as true before many present 
members got in, if not truer. Nor are all climbers 
Americans. English and German varieties are notably 
enterprising and thick-skinned. South American, 
Spanish, and Portuguese climbers are called "rastas," 
being noted for brilliant ostentation. Our Americans 
are more combed down, modest, and reserved. 

What is climbing: Is it climbing for the newly rich 
to seek good society? If they are cultivated, refined, 
peaceful, and agreeable, why not? But if not rich, we 
can easily see inappropriateness. Many call, but few 
are chosen. At the Travelers' it often takes $500 to 
call a pair of deuces. Unprominent Americans who 
call on the ambassador have their politeness scrupu- 
lously returned by his card, left through the inter- 
mediary of an employee. To shift from one of these 
calls to the other, many rich Americans in Paris would 
give many times $500, yet somehow they can not make 
it. It may console the poor to learn that rich Ameri- 
cans (and others) are often bored and lonely in Paris. 

January 21, 1911. 




Arnold Bennett's Study of a Commonplace Man. 

One of the results of that triumphant democracy 
about which we hear so much nowadays is that unusual 
attention is being' devoted by some novelists to the lives 
of ordinary, commonplace people. H. G. Wells has 
done his best to immortalize one such in his "Mr. 
Polly' 1 ; Arnold Bennett in "Clayhanger" paints an even 
larger portrait of a similar kind. His study, indeed, is 
to be a triptych, of which the first panel only has been 

Edwin Clayhanger is an ordinary youth of ordinary 
parentage in an ordinary environment. At the time 
Mr. Bennett introduces the lad to his readers he has 
arrived at the conclusion of his school days. In the 
phrase of George Eliot, the golden gates had closed 
behind him ; henceforward he was to come into col- 
lision with the stern realities of life: 

On that Friday afternoon of the breaking-up he was, in 
the local phrase, at a loose end. That is he had no task, no 
programme, and no definite desires. Not knowing, when he 
started out in the morning, whether school would formally 
end before or after the dinner-hour, he had taken his dinner 
with him, as usual, and had eaten it at Oldcastle. Thus, 
though the family dinner had not begun when he reached 
home, he had no share in it, partly because he was not 
hungry, and partly because he was shy about having left 
school. The fact that he had left school affected him as he 
was affected by the wearing of a new suit for the first time, 
or by the cutting of his hair after a prolonged neglect of the 
barber. It inspired him with a wish to avoid his kind, and 
especially his sisters, Maggie and Clara. Clara might make 
some facetious remark. Edwin could never forget the Red 
Indian glee with which Clara had danced round him when for 
the first time — and quite unprepared for the exquisite shock 
— she had seen him in long trousers. There was also his 
father. He wanted to have a plain talk with his father — he 
knew that he would not be at peace until he had had that 
talk — and yet in spite of himself he had carefully kept out 
of his father's way during all the afternoon, save for a mo- 
ment when, strolling with affected nonchalance up to Darius's 
private desk in the shop, he had dropped thereon his school 
report, and strolled off again. 

Towards six o'clock he was in his bedroom, an attic with 
a floor very much more spacious than its ceiling, and a win- 
dow that commanded the slope of Trafalgar Road towards 
Bleadridge. It had been his room, his castle, his sanctuary, 
for at least ten years, since before his mother's death of 
cancer. He did not know that he loved it, with all its in- 
conveniences and make-shifts, but he did love it, and he was 
jealous for it; no one should lay a hand on it to rearrange 
what he had once arranged. His sisters knew this ; the 
middle-aged servant knew it ; even his father with a curt 
laugh would humorously acquiesce in the theory of the 
sacredness of Edwin's bedroom. As for Edwin, he saw 
nothing extraordinary in his attitude concerning his bed- 
room, and he could not understand, and he somewhat re- 
sented, that the household should perceive anything comic in 
it. He never went near his sisters' bedroom, never wished 
to go near it, never thought about it. 

Edwin's father, Darius Clayhanger, was a printer by 
trade and the owner of a small jobbing establishment. 
He had taken it for granted that his son would desire 
no other business, but the discovery of a work on ar- 
chitecture had inspired Edwin with a desire to follow 
that profession. He took the book to his attic, and 
nursed his ambition in secret : 

Darius advanced into the attic. 

"What about that matter of Enoch Peake's?" he asked, 
hoping and fearing, really anxious for his son. He defended 
himself against probable disappointment by preparing to lapse 
into savage paternal pessimism and disgust at the futility of 
an offspring nursed in luxury. 

"Oh! It's all right," said Edwin eagerly. "Mr. Peake sent 
word he couldn't come and he wanted you to go across to 
the Dragon this evening. So I went instead." It sounded 
dashingly capable. 

He finished the recital, and added that of course Big James 
had not been able to proceed with the job. 

"And where's the proof?" demanded Darius. His relief 
expressed itself in a superficial surliness; but Edwin was not 
deceived. As his father gazed mechanically at the proof that 
Edwin produced hurriedly from his pocket, he added with a 
negligent air : "There was a free-and-easy on at the Dragon, 

"Was there?" muttered Darius. 

Edwin saw that whatever danger had existed was now over. 

"And I suppose," said Darius with assumed grimness, "if I 
hadn't happened to ha' seen a light from th* bottom o' th' 
attic-stairs I should never have known aught about all this 
here?" He indicated the cleansed attic, the table, the lamp, 
and the apparatus of art. 

"Oh, yes, you would, father !" Edwin reassured him. 

Darius came nearer. They were close together, Edwin 
twisted on the cane-chair, and his father almost over him. 
The lamp smelt, and gave off a stuffy warmth ; the open win- 
dow, through which came a wandering air, was a black oblong; 
the triangular sidewalls of the dormer shut them intimately 
in ; the house smelt. 

"What art up to ?" 

The tone was benignant, Edwin had not been ordered ab- 
ruptly off to bed, with a reprimand for late hours and silly 
proceedings generally ! He sought the reason in vain. One 
reason was that Darius Clayhanger had made a grand bar- 
gain at Manchester in the purchse of a second-hand printing 

"I'm copying this," he replied slowly, and then all the de- 
tails tumbled rashly out of his mouth, one after the other. 
"Oh! Father! I feund this book in the shop, packed away 
on a topshelf, and I want to borrow it. I only want to bor- 
row it. And I've bought this paint-box, out of auntie's half 
sovereign. I paid Miss Ingamells the full price. ... I 
thought I'd have a go at some of these architecture things." 

Darius glared at the copy, 

"Humph !" 

"It's only just started, you know." 

"Them prize-books — have ye done all that?" 

"Yes, father." 

"And put all the prices down, as I told ye?" 

"Ves, father." 

Then a pause. Edwin's heart was beating hard. 

"I wanted to do some of these architecture things," he re- 
peated. No remark from his father. Then he said, fastening 
his gaze intensely on the table: "You know, father, what I 
should really like to be — I should like to be an architect." 

It was out. He had said it. 

"Should ye?" said his father, who attached no importance 

of any kind to this avowal of preference. "Well, what you 
want is a bit o' business training for a start, I'm thinking." 

"Oh, of course I" Edwin concurred with pathetic eagerness, 
and added a piece of information for his father: "I'm only 
sixteen, aren't I ?" 

"Sixteen ought to ha' been in bed this two hours and more. 
Off with ye!" 

Edwin retired in an extraordinary state of relief and hap- 

But Edwin had little reason for feeling relieved. 
That was not the end of the conflict between his own 
ambition and the settled resolve of his father. Darius 
had become parent to a child who had little in common 
with his father: 

To Darius there was no business quite like his own. He 
admitted that there were businesses much bigger, but they 
lacked the miraculous quality that his own had. They were 
not sacred. His was, genuinely. Once, in his triumphant 
and vain early manhood he had had a fancy for bulldogs ; he 
had bred bulldogs; and one day he had sacrificed that great 
delight at the call of his business ; and now no one could 
guess that he knew the difference between a setter and a 
mastiff ! 

It was this sacred business (perpetually adored at the secret 
altar in Darius's heart), this miraculous business, and not 
another, that Edwin wanted to abandon, with scarcely a word; 
just casually! 

True, Edwin had told him one night that he would like to 
be an architect. But Darius had attached no importance 
whatever to the boyish remark. Darius had never even 
dreamed that Edwin would not go into the business. It would 
not have occurred to him to conceive such a possibility. And 
the boy had shown great aptitude. The boy had saved the 
printing-office from disaster. And Darius had proved his 
satisfaction therein, not by words certainly, but beyond mis- 
taking in his general demeanor towards Edwin. And after 
all that, a letter — mind you, a letter! — proposing with the 
most damnable insolent audacity that he should be an archi- 
tect, because he would not be "happy" in the printing busi- 
ness! . . . An architect! Why an architect, specially? 
What in the name of God was there to attract in bricks and 
mortar? He could not think of any other explanation. He 
had not allowed the letter to upset him. He had protected 
the tender places in his soul from being wounded by his 
armor of thick callousness. He had not decided how to 
phrase his answer to Edwin. He had not even decided 
whether he would say anything at all, whether it would not 
be more dignified and impressive to make no remark whatever 
to Edwin, and let him slowly perceive, by silence, what a 
lamentable error he had committed. 

And here was the boy lightly, cheekily, talking at break- 
fast about "going in for architecture" ! The armor of cal- 
lousness was pierced. Darius felt the full force of the latter ; 
and as he suffered, so he became terrible and tyrannic in his 
suffering. He meant to save his business, to put his busi- 
ness before anything. And he would have his own way. 
He would impose his will. And he would have treated argu- 
ment as a final insult. All the heavy, obstinate, relentless 
force of his individuality was now channeled in one tremen- 
dous instinct. 

"Well, what ?" he growled savagely, as Edwin halted. 

In spite of his advanced age Edwin began to cry. Yes, the 
tears came out of his eyes. 

"And now you begin blubbing!" said his father. 

"You say naught for six months — and then you start writing 
letters !" said his father. 

"And what's made ye settle on architecting, I'd like to be 
knowing?" Darius went on. 

Edwin was not able to answer this question. He had never 
put it to himself. Assuredly he could not, at the pistol's point, 
explain why he wanted to be an architect. He did not know. 
He announced this truth ingenuously : 

"I don't know — I " 

"I sh'd think not !" said his father. "D'ye think archi- 
tecting '11 be any better than this?" "This" meant printing. 

"I dont know " 

"Ye don't know! Ye don't know!" Darius repeated testily. 
His testiness was only like foam on the great wave of his 

"Mr. Orgreave " Edwin began. It was unfortunate be- 
cause Darius had had a difficulty with Mr. Orgreave, who was 
notoriously somewhat exacting in the matter of prices. 

"Don't talk to me about Mester Orgreave !" Darius almost 

Edwin didn't. He said to himself: "I am lost." 

"What's this business o' mine for, if it is'na for you?" asked 
his father. " 'Architecting.' There's neither sense nor reason 
in it! Neither sense nor reason!" 

He rose and walked out. Edwin was now sobbing. In a 
moment his father returned, and stood in the doorway. 

"Ye've been doing well, I'll say that, and I've shown it ! I 
was beginning to have hopes of ye !" It was a great deal to 

He departed. 

How Edwin's workaday life progressed under these 
conditions may be imagined. Yet as even the ordinary 
youth falls in love, he was not without some relieving 
emotions. His first flirtation came to a calm ending, 
but his meeting with the Hilda of the story had impor- 
tant consequences: 

He was in love. Love had caught him, and had affected 
his vision so that he no longer saw any phenomenon^ as it 
actually was ; neither himself, nor Hilda, nor the circum- 
stances which were uniting them. He could not follow a 
train of thought. He could not remain of one opinion nor 
in one mind. Within himself he was perpetually discussing 
Hilda, and her attitude. She was marvelous! But was she? 
She admired him! But did she? She had shown cunning! 
But was it not simplicity? He did not even feel sure whether 
he liked her. He tried to remember what she looked like, and 
he positively could not. The one matter upon which he 
could be sure was that his curiosity was hotly engaged. If 
he had had to state the case in words to another he would 
not have gone further than the word "curiosity." He had no 
notion that he was in love. He did not know what love was ; 
he had not had sufficient opportunity of learning. Neverthe- 
less the processes of love were at work within him. Silently 
and magically, by the force of desire and of pride, the re- 
fracting glass was being specially ground which would enable 
him, which would compel him, to see an ideal Hilda when he 
gazed at the real Hilda. He would not see the real Hilda 
any more unless some cataclysm should shatter the glass. 
And he might be likened to a prisoner on whom the gate of 
freedom is shut forever, or to a stricken sufferer of whom it is 
known that he can never rise again and go forth into the 
fields. He was as somebody to whom the irrevocable had 
happened. And he knew it not. None knew. None guessed. 
All day he went his ways, striving to conceal the whirring pre- 
occupation of his curiosity fa curiosity which he thought 
showed a fine masculine dash), and succeeded fairly well. 
The excellent, simple Maggie alone remarked in secret that 
he was slightly nervous and unnatural. But even she, with all 
her excellent simplicity, did not divine his victimhood. 

The shop was closed. As with his latchkey he opened the 
private door and then stood on one side for her to precede 
him into the corridor that led to the back of the shop, he 
watched the stream of operatives scattering across Duck 
Bank and descending towards the square. It was as if he 
and Hilda, being pursued, were escaping. And as Hilda, 
stopping an instant at the step, saw what he saw, her face 
took a troubled expression. They both went in and he shut 
the door. 

"Turn to the left," he said, wondering when the big Co- 
lumbia machine would be running, for her to see if she 

"Oh! This takes you to the shop, does it? How funny to 
be behind the counter !" 

He thought she spoke self-consciously, in the way of small- 
talk ; which was contrary to her habit. 

"Here's my handkerchief!" she cried, with pleasure. It 
was on the counter, a little white wisp in the gray-sheeted 
gloom. Stifford must have found it on the floor and picked 
it up. 

The idea flashed through Edwin's head : "Did she leave 
her handkerchief on purpose, so that we should have to come 
back here?" 

The only illumination of the shop was from three or four 
diamond-shaped holes in the upper part of as many shutters. 
No object was at first quite distinct. The corners were very 
dark. All merchandise not in drawers or on shelves was 
hidden in pale dust-cloths. A chair wrong side up was on 
the fancy counter. Hilda had wandered behind the other 
counter, and Edwin was in the middle of the shop. Her face 
in the twilight had become more mysterious than ever. He 
was in a state of emotion, but he did not know to what cate- 
gory the emotion belonged. They were alone. Stifford had 
gone for the half-holiday. Darius, sickly, would certainly not 
come near. The printers were working as usual in their 
place, and the clanking whir of a treadle-machine overhead 
agitated the ceiling. But nobody would enter the shop. His 
excitement increased, but did not define itself. There was a 
sudden roar in Duck Square, and then cries. 

"What can that be?" Hilda asked, low. 

"Some of the strikers," he answered, and went through the 
doors to the letter-hole in the central shutter, lifted the flap, 
and looked through. 

A struggle was in progress at the entrance to Duck Inn. 
One man was apparently drunk ; others were jeering on the 
skirts of the lean crowd. 

"It's some sort of a fight among them," said Edwin, loudly. 
so that she could hear in the shop. But at the same instant 
he felt the wind of the door swinging behind him, and Hilda 
was silently at his elbow. 

"Let me look," she said. 

Assuredly her voice was trembling. He moved, as little 
as possible, and held the flap up for her. She bent and gazed. 
He could hear various noises in the square, but she described 
nothing to him. After a long while she withdrew from the 

"A lot of them have gone into the public-house," she said. 
"The others seem to be moving away. There's a policeman. 
What a shame," she burst out passionately, "that they have 
to drink to forget their trouble!" She made no remark upon 
the strangeness of starving workmen being able to pay for 
beer sufficient to intoxicate themselves. Nor did she com- 
ment, as a woman, on the misery of the wives and children 
at home in the slums and the cheap cottage-rows. She merely 
compassionated the men in that they were driven to brutish- 
ness. Her features showed painful pity masking disgust. 

She stepped back into the shop. 

"Do you know," she began in a new tone, "you've quite 
jltered my notion of poetry — what you said as we were going 
up to the station." 

"Really !" He smiled nervously. He was very pleased. He 
would have been astounded by this speech from her, a pro- 
fessed devotee of poetry, if in those instants the capacity for 
astonishment had remained to him. 

"Yes," she said, and continued, frowning and picking at 
her muff: "But you do alter my notions — I don't know how 
it is. . . . So this is your little office !" 

The door of the cubicle was open. 

"Yes. Go in and have a look at it." 

"Shall I ?" She went in. 

He followed her. 

And no sooner was she in than she muttered: "I must 
hurry off now." Yet a moment before she seemed to have 
infinite leisure. 

"Shall you be at Brighton long?" he demanded, and 
scarcely recognized his own accents. 

"Oh ! I can't tell ! I've no idea. It depends." 

"How soon shall you be down our way again?" 

She only shook her head. 

"I say — you know," he protested. 

"Good-bye," she said, quavering. "T-hanks very much." 
She held out her hand. 

"But " He took her hand. 

His suffering was intolerable. It was torture of the most 
exquisite kind. Her hand pressed his. Something snapped 
in him. His left hand hovered shaking over her shoulder, 
and then touched her shoulder, and he could feel her left 
hand on his arm. The embrace was clumsy, in its instinctive 
and unskilled violence, but its clumsiness was redeemed by 
all his sincerity and all hers. His eyes were within six 
inches of her eyes full of delicious shame, anxiety, and sur- 
render. They kissed. ... He had amorously kissed a 
woman. All his past life sank away, and he began a new 
life on the impetus of that supreme and final emotion. It 
was an emotion that in its freshness, agitating and divine, 
could never be renewed. He had felt the virgin answer of 
her lips on his. She had told him everything, she had yielded 
up her mystery, in a second of time. Her courage in re- 
sponding to his caress ravished and amazed him. She was 
so unaffected, so simple, so heroic. And the cool, delicate 
purity of those lips! And the faint feminine odor of her 
flesh and even of her stuffs ! Dreams and visions were sur- 
passed. He said to himself, in the flood-tide of masculinity: 

"By God ! She's mine." 

And it seemed incredible. 

But Edwin was mistaken. Hilda was not bis — not 
then. She married another man, and returns to Ed- 
win's life only at the close of the book. What her 
motives were, and all the mystery connected with her 
surprising first marriage will, Mr. Bennett promises, be 
unfolded in the next volume of his trilogy. 

Clayhanger. By Arnold Bennett. New York: E. 
P. Dutton & Co.; $1.50 net. 

The Navy Department has decided not to have a re- 
survey in the case of the Charleston, St. Louis, and Mil- 
waukee, all of which are at Puget Sound Navy Yard. 
There has been much doubt in the minds of the naval 
authorities as to what duty any of these vessels could 
be assigned. They are of too great a displacement and 
have insufficient speed to make them useful in any di- 
rection. The vessels are not considered worth the ex- 
pense of extensive alterations. 


January 21, 1911. 


The Drums of War. 
Mr. Stacpoole's military title must not lead 
the reader to expect much in the way of 
fighting and shooting. There is, however, a 
soldierly flavor to the story, for the hero's 
father was a general and his man-servant was 
from the ranks. "What a splendid nurse for 
a child an old soldier makes if he is of the 
right sort. Joubert was my nurse and picture- 
book." But the hero could not be a soldier 
owing to physical defects, and the result is 
that the drums of war are heard but as in the 
far-off background of the story. To make 
amends, however, there are a couple of duels, 
although the second is a failure so far as 
conflict is concerned, owing to one of the prin- 
cipals being transformed into a woman ! That 
is the climax of Mr. Stacpoole's little ro- 
mance, which he manages with much skill. 
Perhaps, however, Joubert will prove the most 
popular character of the story. He is drawn 
with the surest touch and is consistent from 
first to last. A rare hater of the Germans 
and things German was Joubert: "Ah, yes; 
if German sausages could bark and mew, you 
could riot hear yourself speak in Frankfort."' 
In a sense Mr. Stacpoole intends his story as 
a parable ; he would have it suggest that the 
second state of France is better than the first. 
He is thinking of the Franco-German war 
when he writes : "Folly had brought her un- 
der the knee of Force ; drained of blood, half 
dying, wholly vanquished ; in tears, in mad- 
ness, in despair, she lay forsaken by all but 
the Olympians, but Demeter. Had I but 
known, those first violets in the forest of 
Senart held in their beauty all the future 
splendor and beauty of New France." It 
should be added that the story has that mys- 
tic air without which no novel by Mr. Stac- 
poole would be complete. 

The Drl-ms of War. Bv H. De Vere Stac- 
poole. New York: Duffield & Co.; $1.20 net. 

Speeches in Stirring Times. 
Owing to the accidental loss of a green 
box, Richard H. Dana has had to delay for 
some sixteen years his intention of supple- 
menting Charles Francis Adams's biography 
of his father by a volume of speeches and 
other miscellaneous writings. Happily, the 
box eventually came to light, and the present 
deeply interesting volume is the result. It 
gives the text of noble and suggestive ad- 
dresses by the author of "Two Years Before 
the Mast" on such themes as the Bible in 
schools, the usury laws, the free-soil move- 
ment, the Monroe Doctrine, and the Halifax 
fishery commission, and the closing section 
of the volume is devoted to those wise fath- 
erly letters written by Dana to the editor of 
this book when he was in his early years. 
Mr. Dana decided rightly in giving those in- 
timate epistles to the world, for no parent 
can read them without great profit. In his 
general introduction Mr. Dana adds much of 
interest to our knowledge of his illustrious 
father, and shows for one thing how wide a 
reader of general literature he was. "Mr. 
Dana's delight in literature," we read, "is 
constantly manifested in his journal. When 
coming back from short outings and settling 
down to work in his office, he sometimes 
wonders how it might be if he had a compe- 
tence and leisure, though concluding that per- 
haps he is, after all, happier in hard work. 
These Elysian dreams, it is worth noting, in- 
cluded 'devoting' himself to 'literature.' In 
the autumn of 1853 he says, 'I am again es- 
tablished in my own house. ... If I can 
have a winter of successful work in my office 
and in my library, with my delightful course 
of study before me, with all my troubles, shall 
I not be perfectly happy?'" 

Speeches in Stirring Times. By Richard 
Henry Dana, Jr. Edited by Richard H. Dana, 3d. 
Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company; $3 net. 

■What Is Art? 
John C. Van Dyke makes another attempt 
to give an answer to that persistent question 
— What is art? His answer will provoke 
much discussion, for, in brief, it is this: "Art 
is primarily a matter of doing, somewhat a 
matter of seeing and feeling, and perhaps not 
at all a matter of theme or thinking." What 
Mr. Van Dyke attempts is to look at the 
question of art not from the point of view 
of the connoisseur, the collector, or the mu- 
seum director, but from that of the producer, 
that is, the artist. Hence his discussion of 
the use of the model quality in art, art criti- 
cism, art history, and art appreciation. On 
each aspect of his subject he has something 
of moment to say, something suggestive, and 
says it with point and force. It is, indeed, 
a stimulating little volume, and is specially 
commendable for its flaying of the American 
weakness for foreign importations and bor- 
rowings. These things, he affirms, "Will 
never produce art with us nor of themselves 
make us an artistic people. The peacock's 
feather in the jackdaw's tail did not make 
him artistic : it made him ridiculous. Our 
Greek and Roman temples as commercial 
houses, it French chateaux as city homes, 
our Ren Brandts and Botticellis as drawing- 
i lec ration, our Burgundian tapestries 
:sian glass and Louis Quinze chairs as 

household furniture are quite as absurd." 
The right place for all these is the museum. 
In view of Mr. Van Dyke's tirade against 
foreign art, it is amusing to note that he 
gives as a frontispiece to his little book not 
a picture by an American artist, but Giam- 
bono's St. Michael! 

What Is Art? By John C. Van Dyke. New 
York: Charles Scribner's Sons; $1 net. 

Jungle By-Ways in India. 
By drawing upon the notes made during 
sixteen years' connection with the forest 
service of India, Mr. Stebbing has been able 
to prepare an unusually interesting volume. 
Although its primary appeal may be to the 
sportsman, every naturalist or lover of ani- 
mal life may be warmly commended to its 
pages. For the author has been exceedingly 
successful in conveying much of the pleasure, 
interest, and knowledge, as well as a spice 
of the danger, experienced by himself. As 
the book is divided into three sections — 
antlers, horns, and pelts — it should prove 
most useful in the study of Indian jungle life, 
but for the general reader, little concerned 
with zoological terms, the charm of Mr. Steb- 
bing's pages consists in his lively records of 
many stirring adventures. 

Among the stories that enliven the book 
is one of a youth who had recently joined 
the service, and was invited as a favor to 
accompany a hunting party. His only weapon 
was a Martini-Henry rifle, and in view of his 
inexperience he was relegated to the worst 
and safest position. Soon after the beat 
started, a shot was heard from the obscure 
corner where the newcomer was posted, and 
then another, and still another. At the end 
of the beat, the veteran and now savage 
sportsmen made a rush for the corner of the 
youth, who was found wrapped in a huge 
smile of utter content. As oaths were 
showered upon him, the smile gradually 
faded. "As soon as he could make him- 
self heard above the wrathful babel and 
in reply to a more direct question from 

a senior officer of, 'What the d 1 do you 

mean, sir, spoiling the whole shoot by your 
blank, blank fusillade ?' he blurted out ; 'I 
only got three. How many did you get ?' 
'Th ree what, sir ?' yelled the peppery old 
senior. 'Tigers, of course, sir,' meekly an- 
swered the youngster, now seriously alarmed 
at the demeanor of his superior officer. 'You 
said I was only to fire at tigers. They are 
down there in the grass.' " And so they 
were, all bearing the despised Martini-Henry 
bullets in them. 

Jungle By-Ways in India. By E. P. Steb- 
bing. New York: John Lane Company; $4 net. 

Studies in Chinese Religion. 

There is a certain amount of overlapping 
in these studies, but the patient reader will 
find in them sufficient data from which to 
form a fairly clear idea of the subject. Mr. 
Parker deals in succession with Taoism, Con- 
fucianism, Buddhism, Islam, and Christianity, 
and prefaces his chapters on those faiths by 
a discussion of the old Chinese spiritual life. 
His conclusion is that "whatever may have 
been the conflicting influences of Buddhism, 
Taoism, and Confucianism at different periods 
of Chinese history, the residue of religious 
sentiment which has survived is nothing more 
than the ancient Shamanism of the Tartars, 
of which Taoism was the Chinese refined 
form, coupled with the strong ancestral feel- 
ing so peculiar to the Chinese, and here and 
there tinged with Buddhistic, and possibly 
Manichean, conceits." Mr. Parker notes that 
one of the strangest "religious" feelings in 
China is the sentiment against desecrating 
paper which has been written upon. "This 
sentiment undoubtedly partakes of a religious 
feeling, and is somewhat akin to the repug- 
nance the most cynical Christian would have 
towards utilizing the Bible for wrapping up 
cheese or butcher's meat. The idea is rever- 
ence for the instrument by which the great 
thoughts of antiquity were conveyed to man- 
kind." According to Mr. Parker, the morals 
of the priests, and especially those of Canton, 
are either bad or open to suspicion. 

Studies in Chinese Relioion. By E. H. 
Parker. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.; $3 net. 

Ancient Myths in Modern Poets. 
It is surely taking liberty with language to 
describe ^Eschylus, Hesiod, and Homer as 
"modern" poets, even though they may be 
young of years compared with the legends 
they embodied in their verse. Certainly, how- 
ever, they are not "modern" in the sense of 
Shelley and Keats, whose work is laid under 
contribution in the same manner — that is, for 
the purpose of showing how the old legends 
have been used in poetry. This study in the 
poetic utilization of ancient material is di- 
vided into two sections, the first dealing with 
the Prometheus myth and the second with the 
moon and sun. Its object is to show how 
the fancies of primitive man have been 
handled by "the more highly evolved imag- 
ination and consciousness of latter-day poets. 
To compare what a Shelley or a Keats has 
done with an idea which was embryonic in 
a savage mind, which has had upon it the 
illumination of Pagan culture, or to compare 
these with what other latter-day poets have 

done with the same idea is to throw a bril- 
liant illumination upon the development of 
the imaginative powers of the human intel- 
lect." The latter is an exceedingly debatable 
point, and the present volume can not be said 
to establish its author's contention. The book 
abounds in quotations and is illustrated from 
famous pictures and examples of sculpture. 

Ancient Myths in Modern Poets. By Helen 
A. Clarke. New York: The Baker & Taylor Com- 
pany; §2 net. 

The Toll of the Arctic Seas. 
Another volume on polar exploration. It 
tells the story from the attempt of William 
Barents in 1594 to the doings of Robert Peary 
last year. The excuse made for this fresh 
effort to cover ground that has been traversed 
so often is that "many of the most powerful 
stories of the region never have been told 
outside of official courts of inquiry and rec- 
ords in the navy archives," and the compiler 
has relied upon obsolete reports of army and 
navy inquiries, private journals and manu- 
scripts. At times the retelling of the old 
stories is somewhat awkwardly phrased, and 
no reader must bring to the book any expecta- 
tion of being entertained by graces of literary 
style, but in the mass these pages do give a 
vivid idea of the dauntless courage and en- 
durance which have been shown by the pole 
seekers of all ages. A valuable feature of 
the volume is its wealth of illustrations, many 
being from photographs of unusual interest. 
The Toll of the Arctic Seas. By Deltus M. 
Edwards. New York: Henry Holt &. Co.; $2.50 

Briefer Reviews. 
Although designed for young readers, Elmer 
E. Burns's "The Story of Great Inventions" 
(Harper & Brothers; $1.25) can not fail to 
interest the curious of all ages. The bulk of 
the valume is devoted to the achievements 
of modern times, but two preliminary chap- 
ters give a graphic account of the ages of 
Archimedes and Galileo. And the narrative 
is rounded into a complete whole by an ad- 
mirable survey of the outlook for the present 

Percy S. Grant's "Socialism and Chris- 
tianity" (Brentano's) is another discussion of 
the relations of the church and socialism 
viewed from the standpoint of a minister of 
religion. It expounds what the working men 
want, and deals with divorce and the family, 
how to help the negro, and workingmen and 
the church. Mr. Grant believes that the 
Christian church is naturally adapted to bring 
about a better understanding between the di- 
verse classes of society. 

In his "The Conflict Between Individualism 
and Collectivism in a Democracy"' (Charles 
Scribner's Sons ; 90 cents net) Charles W. 
Eliot claims to have demonstrated "the rapid 
development of collectivism at the expense of 
individualism in the three great departments 
of personal and social activity — industries, 
education, and government." His view is 
that the development has been constructive 
rather than destructive, beneficial in the pres- 
ent and hopeful for the future. 

Every effort to direct the young reader to 
the delightful prose of Washington Irving is 
worthy of the highest commendation, but a 
special word of praise is due Josephine Brower 
for the skill with which she has selected the 
"Tales from the Alhambra" (Houghton Mifflin 
Company ; $1.25 net). And the volume is 
rendered additionally attractive by a series of 
charming illustrations in color, the work of 
C. E. Brock, who has successfully captured 
the Moorish spirit of Irving's text. 

Whoso would have a clear idea of the aims 
and ideals of the members of the General 
Federation of Women's Clubs may be com- 
mended with confidence to Rheta C. Dorr's 
"What Eight Million Women Want" (Small, 
Maynard & Co.; $2 net). The book is an 
admirable interpretation of the collective 
opinion of women at the beginning of this 
century and discusses such themes as Ameri- 
can women and the common law, women's de- 
mands on the rulers of industry, the servant 
in her house, and votes for women. The 
conclusion reached is, "Woman's place is 
home, and she must not be forbidden to dwell 


The public's choice since 1789. 

"Your cheeks are 
peaches," he cried. 

"No, they are 
Pears'," she replied. 

Pears' So ap 
brings the color of 
health to the skin. 

It is the finest 
toilet soap in all 
the world. 


•J You may only wish to purchase a moderate priced piano 
now. It will serve you for several years, but eventually you 
will want and will have a STEINWAY— the standard. 
Q We will sell you any of our less expensive pianos and 
agree to take the same in exchange for a STEINWAY 
any time within three years, allowing the full purchase 
price paid. 

*1 Moderate terms on any piano, even on the Steinway. 
Rent Pianos— Finest Stock—Best Rates 

Sherman Play & Co. 

Slenrwar ind Other Pianos Pla jer Pianos of all Gnat* 
Victor TaJkbg Midlines Sheet Music and Musical Merchandise 

Kearny and Sutter Sts., San Francisco 
Fourteenth and Clay Sts., Oakland 

Roy C. Ward 
Jas. K. Polk 

Jas. W. Dean 
Geo. E. Billings 



312 California Street. Phone Douglas 2283 
San Francisco, Cal. 



The paper used in printing the Argonaut is 

furnisaed by us. 


118 to 124 First Street, corner Minna, 

San Francisco. 



United States Assets $2,377,303.37 

Surplus 839,268.07 

J. J. Kenny, W. L. W. Mil lei. 

Manager Assistant Manager 


Teacher of Piano 



Peres Chartreux 


"the original and genuine Chartreuse has always 
been and still is made by the Carthusian Monks(Peres 
Chartreux), who, since their expulsion from France, 
have been located at Tarragona, Spain; and, although 
the old labels and insignia originated by the Monks 
have been adjudged by the Federal Courts of this 
country to be still the exclusive property of the Monks, 
their world-renowned product is nowadays known as 
"Liqueur Peres Chartreux." 

At first-class Vine Merchants. Grocere. Hotels. Cafes- 

Batjer & Co., 45 Broadway, New York, N. Y. 

Sole Agents for United States. 



January 21, 1911. 




Italian Fantasies. 

Of course Mr. Zangwill could not write an 
ordinary travel book. Whatever defects his 
work may have, lack of individuality is not 
one of them. This, then, is a travel book of 
personality, in which art galleries, and 
churches, and tombs, and Doges, and carni- 
vals are used as so many pegs for disquisi- 
tions. In fact, there is no anticipating what 
will set Mr. Zangwill off at a tangent, nor 
what goal he may reach from any kind of a 
starting-point. The swinging lamp in the 
cathedral at Pisa suggests Galileo, and Galileo 
is an admirable text for the discussion of 
the "absurdities of astronomy," for the au- 
thor fails to see how the mere broadening out 
of our universe can displace the earth from 
the centre. In the same way Mr. Zangwill 
did not need the lesson of the Scala ballet 
to teach him that light is electric. 

He has a prodigious command of simile 
and a wealth of adjective. Thus his habit 
of feeding the carnivora in zoological gardens 
with popcorn comes to his aid when he thinks 
of the results of traveling Italy with a bag 
of coin, "Into what innumerable itching ten- 
tacles these gilded or cuprous grains are to 
drop: white-cuffed hands of waiters, horny 
digits of vetturini and facchini. gnarled fins 
of gondoliers and hookers, grimy paws of 
beggars, shriveled stumps of cripples, dextrous 
toes of armless ancients, spluttering mouths 
of divers, rosy fingers of flower-throwing chil- 
dren, persuasive plates of serenading musi- 
cians, deceptive ticket-holes of dishonest rail- 
way clerks, plethoric pockets of hotel-keepers, 
greedy tills of bargaining shopkeepers, pious 
palms of monks and sacristans, charity-boxes 
of cathedrals, long-handled fishing-nets of 
little churches, musty laps of squatting, mum- 
bling crones, greasy caps of guides, official 
pyxes of curators and janitors, clutching 
claws of unbidden cicerones. All these — and 
how many more ! — photographers and painters 
and copyists and forgers, modelers and re- 
storers and lecturers on ruins, landlords and 
cooks and critics — live by Italy's ancient art. 
Great Caesar dead — and turned to Show." 
One may tire a little now and then of such 
deluges of words, but read in easy stages this 
is an entertaining and suggestive book. 

Italian Fantasies. By Israel Zangwill. New 
York: The Macmillan Company; $2 net. 

An Epitomized China. 
By virtue of his position as British district 
officer and magistrate at Weihaiwei, Mr. 
Johnston has for some years been in an en- 
viable position for gathering information 
about that territory and its people. The 
place is in many respects a true miniature 
of China, and consequently a careful study 
of native life and character there gives a 
probably clearer insight into Chinese traits 
than a superficial survey of the country as a 
whole. Upon that assumption this informing 
volume has been written, and it would be dif- 
ficult to overrate its many points of interest. 
Mr. Johnston has been exceedingly indus- 
trious in gathering all kinds of unusual ma- 
terial, including facts of history and fancies 
of legend and folklore, while his pictures of 
village life, of rural customs and festivals, 
and his notes on domestic life and religious 
belief are of rare value. In offering his 
conclusions as to the future of China he notes 
that the policy of Japan in the Pacific must 
of necessity hover between extremes : "she 
does not wish to see China partitioned, for 
this would mean a strengthening of European 
influence in Asia which might be disastrous 
to Japanese interests ; nor does she wish to 
see China become one of the great powers of 
the world, for this would inevitably lead to 
her own partial eclipse. China is now well 
aware of the delicate position of the Japanese 
Foreign Office, and it is on the whole improb- 
able that she will readily consent to a Jap- 
anese alliance, even if she finds herself 
seriously menaced by the armed stjjgngth of 
Europe — happily a most unlikely event." Mr, 
Johnston writes in an attractive manner and 
supplements the text interest of his book by 
numerous excellent photographs. 

Lion and Dragon in Northern China. By R. 
F. Johnston. New York : E. P. Dutton & Co. ; 
$5 net. 

Massenet and His Operas. 
After a brief introductory chapter, in which 
he gives Oscar Hammerstein generous credit 
for the production of the Massenet operas at 
the Manhattan, Mr. Finck entertains his 
reader with a biographic sketch of the com- 
poser and then adds a chapter of personal 
traits and opinions. From the latter we learn 
that Massenet now lives almost like a hermit 
but is still industrious. "Every morning 
from five to ten sees him at his table, busy 
with his manuscripts or his correspondence. 
No letter remains unanswered, and for every 
visitor he has a few minutes to spare, pro- 
vided he is punctual. Casual callers he re- 
ceives in his studio at his publisher's office. 
His home is open to his friends only. Here 
he cultivates the flowers he loves, and gives 
to his grapevines his personal attention. 
Here, in rural solitude and quiet, he also 
composes his operas. His favorite attire 
when at work is a red robe de chambre. He 

calls the wearing of this 'homarder,' Schnei- 
der tells us — 'homard' being French for lob- 
ster." As the musical critic of the New 
York Evening Post Mr. Finck has heard nine 
of the operas, which he describes critically, 
and he then passes to the less known works 
and to a chronological list of Massenet's 
compositions. The book is attractively illus- 
trated from portraits. 

Massenet and His Operas. By Henry T. 
Finck. New York: John Lane Company; $1.50 

The French Renaissance in England. 
Sidney Lee's careful examination of the 
extent to which English literature in the six- 
teenth century was indebted to that of France 
is an interesting and valuable contribution to 
our knowledge of comparative literature. 
The volume is indeed a convincing sermon 
on Walter Pater's text: "Producers of great 
literature do not live in isolation, but catch 
light and heat from each other's thoughts. A 
people without intellectual commerce with 
other people has never done anything con- 
spicuous in literature." Having prepared the 
way by a discussion of the influence of France 
on English literature in general. Mr. Lee then 
considers his subject in detail under the three 
divisions of prose, the lyric, and the drama. 
With regard to the first he finds that French 
prose exerted no small influence on both the 
form and substance of Elizabethan literature ; 
that all sonnet collections of the Elizabethans 
show numerous instances of "literal transfer- 
ence and of paraphrase without acknowledg- 
ment" ; and that "in drama the Elizabethan 
spirit winged a flight beyond the range of 
France, but even there French suggestion first 
disclosed the dramatic potentialities of Plu- 
tarch's Lives and the primary conception of 
tragi-comedy or dramatic romance." Mr. Lee 
supports his various conclusions with much 
convincing evidence, and writes throughout in 
an entertaining manner. 

The French Renaissance in England. By 
Sidney Lee. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons; 
$2.50 net. 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 

Over 300 poems of Whittier's, written be- 
fore he was twenty-five years old, have been 
found in the Whittier homestead at Ames- 
bury. The poet's biographer has recently 
found manuscripts which prove that a series 
of poems, signed "Feramorz," and published 
in the New England Review in 1830-31, were 
written by Whittier. It is believed that Whit- 
tier did not wish the poems recognized as 
his work. 

Geraldine Bonner has been so successful 
as a playwright that she is neglecting her 
gift for novel-writing. Her latest play, 
"Sauce for the Goose," is a profitable venture 
with Grace George as the acting heroine. 

Maurice Maeterlinck, the Belgian poet, 
dramatist, mystic, and naturalist, is not yet 
fifty years old, and his literary career dates 
from about 1890, yet it is said that he re- 
ceives a larger amount from the royalties on 
his works than is enjoyed by any other au- 

A copy of Underbill's "Xewes from 
America," of which only two other examples 
have occurred in the sales of the past twenty 
years, realized £65 in London the other day. 

To their list of periodicals Doubleday, Page 
&. Co. are adding a new general magazine with 
the title of the National Post, a semi-monthly 
which will have for its five editors E. E. Gar- 
rison, D. G. Evans, Samuel Merwin, Nathan 
A. Smyth, and Amos Pincbot. The same pub- 
lishers have opened a retail store in the ar- 
cade of the new Pennsylvania station in New 


becomes more general yearly and 
"grown-ups" as well as ' the kiddies" 
are adopting this as another occasion 
for the sending of friendly greetings 
or messages of love. 

Missives — humorous, sentimental 
and beautiful, to meet each individ- 
ual need — are now on display for 
your selection. 



239 Grant Ave., between Post and Sutter Streets 
San Francisco 

AH Books that are reviewed in the 
Argonaut can be obtained at 



Union Square San Francisco 

To the Retail Merchants of San Francisco 

Sometimes it does people good to talk out loud 

Air their views — get the benefit of other people's opinions 

Crystallize their ideas 

Come to wise conclusions 


The more trade you have the more money you make 

City people buy the most expensive goods 

Profitable trade 

Regular dependable customers 

The more of them you have the more profit you make 

If you could take out insurance policies guaranteeing 

more customers 
And more profits 
You'd pay the premiums cheerfully 


Here's a plan to do it : 

Make San Francisco so attractive that every one will wish 

to live in the city 
Not merely do business in the city 
But maintain residences within the city 
If 500 or 1000 families of means and good taste 
Built their homes in the city of San Francisco 
Every one of you would get some of their custom 
The more custom the more profit 
You agree with that 
You can insure it 

And the premiums you pay will come back to you multiplied 
Maybe five times, maybe seven times 
That's the only kind of a premium that does come back 


Buy shares of stock in the 

Residential Development Company of San Francisco 

This Company will purchase 

724 acres of Sutro Forest 

Improve it artistically 

Make it a delightful restricted residence section 

Attract wealthy people to build their homes on its terraced 

First they must buy the lots 

And these at much higher prices than the Company will pay 
That's whence your profits on the premiums come 
You can't lose 
The land is your security 

The Company with its excellent Board of Directors 
Is sufficient assurance of good management 
The opportunity is before you now 
You must act with promptness 
You must insure your larger trade 
And bigger profits now 


Those who have already subscribed 

Are for the most part capitalists 

Men who see in the investment only the profit 

You have a double profit 

You have the same profit they have 

That is the profit on the investment itself 

Then you have the profit on the trade 

Of those who will build homes in San Francisco 

This is reasonable 



If it is not 

Come and point out to us its weakness 


If you don't want to invest more than $5000 
In this real estate deal 
Show your good will 
Show your faith in San Francisco 
Show your interest in your own business 
By helping to keep in San Francisco the people whose 
trade will he most valuable to you. 

To see the property by automobile, or for information, 
apply to 

Baldwin & Howell, 318-324 Kearny Street, San Fran- 

Also for information call upon any of the following real 
estate firms : 

Shainwald, Buckbee & Co., 27 Montgomery Street. 
A. J. Rich & Co.. 121 Sutter Street. 
Lyon & Hoag Real Estate Co.. 636 Market Street. 
Yon Rhein Real Estate Co., 141 Sutter Street. 
J. W. Wright & Co.. Mills Building. 

Harrigan. Weidenmuller & Rosenstirn, 345 Montgomery St. 
Behlow & Lucas, 205 Montgomery Street. 
Abrahamson Bros. & Co.. 251 Montgomery Street. 
John McGaw & Co.. 232 Montgomery Street. 
Sterling Realty Company, 546 Market Street. 
Guv T. Wayman, 232 Montgomery Street. 
Edwards. Brewster & Clover. Mills Building. 
Pringle Company, 357 Russ Building. 


January 21, 1911. 


The Old Story about Prince George. 

It would seem that the English authori- 
ties are losing some of their traditional sang- 
froid in the presence of sedition and treason. 
What, after all, does it matter if an obscure 
journalist such as Edward F. Mylius chooses 
to say that King George is morganatically 
married and that the only way he can be 
dealt with is by revolution ? In the first 
place the circulation of the offending Lib- 
erator is so small that not one person in a 
hundred thousand has ever seen or heard of 
it, and in the second place not even the most 
fervid imagination could foresee an uprising of 
the British people for any such cause as that. 
Nowadays we all like to be considered a little 
strict upon marital matters, but we are not 
disposed to "die in the last ditch" or do any- 
thing of that heroic kind merely because of 
the supposed laxities of a king. What gay 
times England would have had during the last 
hundred years or so if deviations from royal 
virtue had been followed by revolutionary out- 
breaks. To prosecute the Liberator is simply 
to play its own game with a vengeance. 
Mylius and his instigator, Edward Holton 
James, will become notorious, what they are 
pleased to call their opinions will be matters 
of common discussion all over the country, 
and every one will want to see a newspaper 
that has aroused the government from its 
condition of wholesome indifference. Really 
the game seems hardly worth the candle. By 
the way, Edward Holton James, the editor of 
the Liberator, is a nephew of Henry James 
and of the late Professor James of Harvard. 
He is a lawyer, rich, something of a scientist, 
with a dash of unconventional religion, and 
obsessed by the idea that the average man 
really bothers himself about the form of gov- 
ernment under which he lives so long as he 
gets his meals regularly and plentifully. Mr. 
James calls himself an advanced Republican. 
Other people call him a communist, and he 
is supposed to yearn for the day when the 
tyranny of governments shall be overthrown 
and when every one shall do what he pleases 
with himself, and also, incidentally, with his 
weaker neighbor. Mr. James might have re- 
mained forever in the innoxious obscurity 
that he doubtless adorns but a somewhat 
panic-struck government seems determined to 
make a martyr of him. 

There is nothing new about this story of a 
morganatic marriage. King George had 
hardly left the schoolroom before the scandal- 
mongers had supplied him with a sort of half- 
wife from the middle classes, who of course 
can hardly be said to exist from the royal 
standpoint It must be more than twenty 
years ago when I first heard the story, and 
the details, if there were any details, are 
not very fresh in my memory, and they are 
certainly not worth the trouble of exhuming. 
It seems to me that the story was first heard 
in connection with the collision between the 
Camperdown and the Victoria, a catastrophe 
that was due to some incomprehensible blun- 
der that was never adequately explained. 
But a good many people of the maiden-aunt 
order of intelligence had their own explana- 
tion, although where they got it from heaven 
only knows. They said that the admiral was 
suffering from mental distress caused by the 
surreptitious marriage of his daughter to 
Prince George, and that under the strain he 
did not know port from starboard or his right 
hand from his left. No one believed the story 
at the time except the aforesaid maiden-aunt 
people, and they would have believed a scandal 
about the Archangel Gabriel. Probably Mr. 
Mylius does not believe it himself, but what 
is a poor journalist to do who must write 
about something and has nothing to write 
about? And what a curious state of mind 
he must be in to suppose that the British 
public would fly to arms and shout for the 
Commune, even supposing the king had done 
something foolish a score of years ago. A 
good many people have contracted morganatic 
marriages in their time, although they don't 
call them by that name which belongs to roy- 
alty, but it amounts to the same thing, espe- 
cially for the lady. The British public has 
never yet shown itself to be particularly cen- 
sorious of royal deviations from strict virtue. 
There have been kings, and popular kings, 
too, who have not always been entitled to 
wear the white flower of a blameless life. 

Mr. James and Mr. Mylius are probably 
trading upon the idea that the king is not 
arousing any great amount of enthusiasm in 
the minds of the people. It is true enough 
that he is not. A short time ago we were 
treated to a sudden eruption of official assur- 
ances that the king's intelligence was of the 
highest order, that he showed a gratifying 
power to grasp the essentials of public busi- 
ness, and that as a ruler he was in every way 
exceptional. There is always something sus- 
picious about these spasms. Now no one in 
England wants an intellectual king. The best 
friends of the monarchy would rather see the 
king specialize upon the social instead of upon 
the offici-_l side of his duties and leave the 
actual task of government to his ministers. 
An intellectual king might easily become a 
danger o democracy, for it is to be remem- 
bered 1'iat the throne of England has very 
cotLsidetrble powers nominally, and has been 
ed to hold those powers on the tacit 

understanding that they shall never be used. 
An intellectual king might easily taste the 
poison of ambition and so crave to become a 
real legislative force, and then there would 
be a crisis of some magnitude and one that 
would dwarf the quarrel with the peers. The 
English people look upon the king as a figure- 
head in social life and as a mediator in polit- 
ical life. The moment he allows it to be sup- 
posed that he favors a political party or that 
he has become a partisan in the struggle be- 
tween democracy and privilege — well, I won't 
pretend to say what would happen, because I 
don't know, but it would be something serious. 
Queen Victoria and King Edward were such 
successful monarchs not because they were in- 
tellectual, but because they had tact and com- 
mon sense. King George would do well to 
cultivate the same virtues and to disregard 
his rights. Rights are dangerous things for 
kings. In fact they have none. 

Therefore if the present king is not popu- 
lar it is of no earthly value to gush about his 
intellect. That will only make matters worse. 
It is a fact that there is an uneasy suspicion 
that he covets the power that belongs to him 
nominally but not actually, and that never will 
belong to him actually. It is generally be- 
lieved that he regards the victory over the 
House of Lords as a menace to the throne, 
and by so believing he makes it a menace. 
It is freely pointed out that his immediate 
attendants and confidants belong to the ex- 
clusive Tory set that hates democracy as the 
devil hates holy water. It is known that he 
reads only two or three newspapers of ultra- 
conservative opinions. His relations with Mr. 
Asquith are of course matters of conjecture, 
but there are plenty of people who believe 
that the prime minister has to overcome ob- 
stacles of which he must not even speak, and 
that the king looks upon his chief adviser 
very much as Louis of France looked upon 

It is strange how few kings ever learn the 
power of unconventionality and how easily 
they can capture the hearts of the crowd by 
a judicious flouting of precedent and formal- 
ism. Queen Victoria knew something of this 
and King Edward knew a great deal of it. 
It seems to be wholly unknown to King 
George. His grandmother and his father 
never underestimated the value of conven- 
tions, but then neither did they overestimate 
it. Conventions were their servants and not 
their masters. King George is still young. 
He may develop a power of wise independ- 
ence, but just at the moment it would seem 
that the independence he covets is of the un 
wise, of the political kind, and that way dan- 
ger lies. Piccadilly. 

London, January 7, 1911. 

"The Piper" is a notable achievement for 
its author, Mrs. Josephine Preston Peabody 
(says the London Standard). It was the 
prize play at Stratford-on-Avon, and it is a 
distinguished and worthy work. It is written 
in blank verse, and some of the verse is 
beautiful. As produced at the St. James 
Theatre for a series of matinees, it is a pic- 
turesque and charming spectacle. That it is 
essentially a play for children can not be said, 
but there is much in its story and its treat- 
ment which will endear it to them, albeit the 
third act is one which probably only the more 
advanced and imaginative among them will 
understand. Fortunately, however, there are 
many imaginative children. The dramatist 
owes but little to the Browning poem. The 
Piper cozens the rats away, is denied his re- 
ward of a thousand gulden, and, in revenge, 
pipes the children after him, but this is merely 
the skeleton of Miss Peabody's work. It is 
used merely for a peg upon which to hang a 
play of psychology and introspection. Some- 
times the logic is not quite true, the main- 
spring of the piece is faulty in an essential — 
but it could easily be remedied. It is over- 
long — the serious third act could well be cur- 
tailed ; but, whatever the faults and short- 
comings of "The Piper," it remains a rare 
and exquisite thing; a work of art, of fancy, 
beauty, and deep sincerity. 


Consternation was caused in fashionable 
hotel clerk circles recently in New York by 
the news that the men behind the desk at 
the Ritz-Carlton take tea regularly in the 
afternoons. The assistant manager, Mr. 
O'Brien, is an American, and so are two of 
the clerks. When the foreign-born clerks a 
day or two after the hotel opened began to 
petition for a little time in the afternoon to 
take the tea to which their London training 
had habituated them Mr. O'Brien dismissed 
their plea with a smile and told them to try 
the effect of a glass of water. But one day 
during an unguarded quarter of an hour Mr. 
O'Brien allowed himself to be led like a Lon- 
doner to tea and toasted scone and "tea cyke," 
and the next day he repeated the experiment 
of his own volition. The result is that now 
one after another the clerks on duty at tea 
hour are allowed to slip away for a few 
moments for a cheering cup. 

Dramatists, other literary men, artists, and 
men of learning in Germany are said to be en- 
thusiastic over a project for the establishment 
of great festival theatres to be supported and 
controlled largely by the people themselves. 
Oberammergau gave the inspiration, 

The Reeular Army "Wife. 
There's a song for the General, gray and grave, 

With his campaign successfully planned; 
There's a song for the Colonel and Major brave, 

And the Captains of their command; 
For the young Lieutenant just starting in, 

And for Sergeant and Corporal too; 
And thousands of Regular Army Men 

Are passing in grand review; 
But there's never a song for the battle won 

Afar from the war's red strife; 
Nor a wreath of laurel for brave deeds done 

By the Regular Army Wife. 

O who shall weave her the victor's wreath 

As she sits with her babes tonight! 
For her country's warriors shall not fear death 

While she keeps its hearthfires bright; 
Tho' she may not follow the stripes and stars, 

She can toil 'neath their loving folds, 
And the making of heroes of future wars 

In her willing hands she holds. 
She may never brandish a gleaming sword 

In the thick of the gory strife, 
And Congress no medal to her awards — 

The Regular Army Wife! 

But 'tis hers to do what each day shall bring. 

With a heart that is made of steel; 
And at night her lullabye song to sing, 

No griefs shall her soul reveal; 
And tho' there is dearth of added stars 

And medals and wreaths of bay; 
Tho' she may not follow him off to the wars 

She can stay in her home and pray! 
And her medal of honor the words "Well done!" 

And her Laurels a crown of Life, 
With its stars for the deeds of valor done 

By the Regular Army Wife! 
— From "Little Rimes of the Garrison," by Birdie 
Baxter Clarke. 

Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying, 
In the days of my youth, in the first of my 
We were dear; we were leal; O, far we went 
Now never a heart to my heart comes homing! 
Where is he now, the dark boy slender 

Who taught me bareback, stirrup and reins? 
I loved him; he loved me; my beautiful, tender 
Tamer of horses on grass-grown plains. 

Where is he now whose eyes swam brighter, 

Softer than love, in his turbulent charms; 
Who taught me to strike, and to fall, dear fighter, 

And gathered me up in his boyhood arms; 
Taught me the rifle, and with me went riding, 

Suppled my limbs to the horseman's war; 
Where is he now, for whom my heart's biding, 

Biding, biding — but he rides far? 

love that passes the love of woman! 
Who that bath felt it shall ever forget, 

When the breath of life with a throb turns human, 
And a lad's heart is to a lad's heart set? 

Ever, forever, lover and rover — 

They shall cling nor each from other shall part 

Till the reign of the stars in the heavens be over, 
And life is dust in each faithful heart! 

They are dead, the American grasses under; 

There is no one now who presses my side; 
By the African chotts I am riding asunder, 

And with great joy ride I the last great ride, 

1 am fey; I am fain of sudden dying; 
Thousands of miles there is no one near; 

And my heart — all the night it is crying, crying 
In the bosoms of dead lads darling-dear. 

Hearts of my music; them dark earth covers; 
Comrades to die, and to die for, were they — 
In the width of the world there were no such 
Back to back, breast to breast, it was ours to 
And the highest on earth was the vow that we 
To spur forth from the crowd and come back 
never more, 
And to ride in the track of great souls perished 
Till the nests of the lark shall roof us o'er. 

Yet lingers a horseman on Altai highlands, 

Who hath joy of me, riding the Tartar glissade; 
And one, far faring o'er Orient islands 

Whose blood yet glints with my blade's acco- 
North, west, east, I fling you my last hallooing, 

Last love to the breasts where my own has bled; 
Through the reach of the desert my soul leaps pur- 

My star where it rises a Star of the Dead. 
— George Edward Woodberry, in Scribner's Maga- 

The Palladium, the largest place of enter- 
tainment in London, has just been opened. 
The building cost a million and a quarter in 
dollars, and contains 5000 upholstered seats, 
besides many handsome boxes. The boxes 
are fitted with connecting telephones. In the 
rear of the orchestra seats, or stalls, is a palm 
court where a thousand may be seated at 
tables for tea. The house opened with a 
melodrama, "The Conspiracy," written by 
Robert Barr and S. Lewis Ransom, and 
played by Martin Harvey and his company. 

A $560,000 Story 

Passing of the Trolley chantey. 
"Fare, please. Fare, please." 

It is the chantey of the street-car con- 
ductor, soon to be heard no more. Its 
day is passing. In time it will be but a 

From the day of the first car the same 
song has been sung, never varying, save 
in intonation and inflection. How many 
hundreds of thousands of street-car con- 
ductors have voiced it is impossible even 
to venture an estimate. Generations of 
them have come and gone, until now it 
would seem as though something were 
lacking if these four words were no longer 
droned by the captain of the good ship 

Soon this chantey will be lost forever 
to San Francisco. 

No conductor will ask your fare, thread- 
ing his way along the aisle. 

The new pay-as-you-enter cars will 
change all that. They will usher in a new 
era of street-car comfort and traffic in 
San Francisco. 

The United Railroads will, if no unfore- 
seen event occurs, receive and place the 
first consignment of these modern cars in 
service here early next month. Eighty 
have been ordered, and are being built in 
the Eastern shops as fast as they can be 
constructed. They are unusually hand- 
some, decidedly comfortable, and will place 
the already fine street-car system here on 
an equal plane with that of the foremost 
cities in the world. 

In their construction the experience 
gained by the use of the pay-as-you-enter 
system in New York, Chicago, Philadel- 
phia, Pittsburg, Cleveland, and St. Louis 
has been drawn upon, and the eighty new 
cars with which San Francisco will be fa- 
miliar within the next few months are de- 
clared by expert engineers and car-builders 
to be as nearly perfect as possible. 

Passengers board the pay-as-you-enter 
car at the rear platform and leave by the 
front platform. 

The conductor remains on the rear plat- 
form, and the danger of starting the car 
while the passengers are still boarding it 
will be eliminated. 

Congestion on the rear platform will no 
longer be possible and the passageways 
will be kept clear. 

The advantage of the pay-as-you-enter 
cars are realized and appreciated by the 
public in every community where they are 
in operation. Like every other innova- 
tion, however, the P-A-Y-E car excites 
some criticism and antagonism at first 

Obviously the convenience and expedi- 
tion of these cars are greatly enhanced by 
the public's cooperation. Passengers when 
boarding these cars who take the small 
trouble of having their fares ready, or 
their transfers unfolded, to hand promptly 
to the conductor, will be helping them 
selves and their neighbors to the promptest 
and speediest service possible. 

Each of the P-A-Y-E cars cost $7000. 
This new equipment therefore alone repre- 
sents an expenditure of over half a million 
dollars, to better the service and to enable 
the public to enjoy it. 



Main office : MIS BUILDING, San Francisco 


Palace Hold. Sao Francisco. Hold Alexandria, Los Angela. 
Hold del Coromdo, Coronado Beach. 

Correspondents: Harris, Winthrop & Co., 
Pine St.. New York; 3 The Rookery. Chicago. 


Telephone Kearny 2260 Cable address, ULCO 

Union Lumber Company 

Redwood and Pine Lumber 
R. R. Ties, Sawn Poles, Etc 






A General Banking Business Transacted. Accounts of Individuals, Firms, Corporations and Banks Solicited 


Owned by the Stockholder of Mercantile National Bank of San Francisco 


Authorized to act as Executor and as Trustee in all capacities 



January 21, 1911. 




Well, of all things ! Maxine Elliott has 
actually shed all her affectations, and, in "The 
Inferior Sex," is simple, natural, and wo- 
manly. To be sure, the smiling Eve that in- 
vades the misogynist's Eveless Eden in "The 
Inferior Sex" is not supposed to be the quin- 
tessence of simplicity. But, after all, she is. 
I don't believe, anyway, that the complex 
woman would ever have captured the fasci- 
natingly bearish, the consistently churlish, 
woman-hater that ruled over the Firefly, 
Think of a man resisting the seductions of 
the siren, and that siren the only woman on 
board his yacht, for two whole acts, and 
showing not one iota of capitulation until the 
beginning of the third. What a subject, what 
an object, for a woman to try her teeth and 
claws on. It is understood, of course, that 
said teeth and claws are those of her coquetry, 
which holds the captor but to his hurt. 

The chief situation in the play is really de- 
lightfully piquant, and provocative of any 
amount of wit from the facile pen of Frank 
Stayton, the very talented author of the com- 
edy. A farce-comedy it is in reality, and 
"The Inferior Sex" is one of the best up-to- 
date examples we have seen of that special 
branch of stage literature. It is original, it 
is untrammeled, it is steadily and extremely 
amusing, its dialogue is one continuous stream 
of wit and humor, it contains plenty of plot 
and amusing situations, together with senti- 
ment relieved by humor, and humor relieved 
by sentiment. Its light tone is, nevertheless, 
consistently maintained, for the gleams of 
sentiment are of the briefest, and are always 
finished off by some witty turn to the dialogue 
that sets the audience a-laughing. 

The piece is by all odds the best vehicle 
for Miss Elliott's abilities that we have ever 
seen her in. Never has the fair actress done 
a better piece of work. Her feminine hys- 
terics when Eva comes to from her faint, her 
offended dignity at the churlishness of her 
host ; her sudden gleams of womanly com- 
prehension, of mischief perilous to his peace 
of mind, when she recognizes that Winslow 
is as a target which offers mute challenge 
to all her arrows of captivation ; her open 
pique over his insensibility, the air of care- 
less sovereignty with which Beauty claims its 
due even from a misogynist, these were all 
so appropriate to the part, and so captivating 
to the sensibilities, that the attitude of the 
audience was that of admiring indulgence 
right through the performance. 

Miss Elliott has much hard work behind 
her, and has made a sufficient number of 
business as well as artistic ventures to leave 
traces of fatigue on her celebrated beauty, but 
the role of Eva in "The Inferior Sex" is one 
which puts all the mischievous resolve, and 
the play of woman's wiles, alight in a fair 
face, so that the occasional suggestion of a 
weary droop to the lovely features was 
scarcely noticeable. 

The author has written his play with any 
number of clever stage effects up his sleeve, 
and one of them is the first entrance of the 
invading Eve, who is borne, fainting and 
helpless, to the comfortable cabin of the 
misogynist, in the brawny arms of the Fire- 
fly's sailors. There she is deposited in a 
comfortable bed — to the vast perturbation of 
its owner, who, steeped in selfish masculine 
comfort, foresees horrible feminine demands 
which he must resist. 

The fair invader begins at once. She 
weeps, and she must be soothed. She de- 
mands comforts, and she must be placated. 
She is hungry, and she must be fed. The 
foolish masculine calls for champagne and 
sandwiches, and a deliciously dainty little jag, 
a womanly trifle of a few minutes' duration, 
scares him stiff. The feminine nuisance 
wants a bed, nightclothes, solitude, and rest, 
and the owner of the Firefly is obliged to in- 
vest himself in oilskins and take himself, 
openly grumbling, to the cold comfort of the 

All this ungracious inaccessibility to 
woman's subtle charm is played in exactly 
the right key by Frederick Kerr, an actor 
whom we see here for the first time, but 
whose perfection in the role of Charles Wins- 
low caused him to capture the bouse almost 
from the moment of his entrance. A round 
of applause that followed his first exit testi- 
fied to the hold he had made on the appre- 
ciation of his audience. 

Mr. Kerr's great quality is simplicity. One 
of the most difficult qualities to capture in the 
art of acting is simplicity — the simplicity 

which, in spite of her ardor, her intelligence, 
her fervent study, for so long eluded Maxine 
Elliott. Even yet, in long-sustained dia- 
logues, she falls into that tone of over- 
emprcssement which makes itself a detri- 
mental comparison to the greater mobility of 
feature, flexibility of gesture and attitude, and 
variability of expression which stamp, for the 
most part, her attractive impersonation of 
Eva Addison. 

The author has defied tradition, and made 
Winslow consistent in his worship of self for 
two whole acts. The mere suggestion of an 
idea of giving up any of his comforts stupe- 
fies him. Only a tardy recognition of what 
is due to the traditions of manners makes 
him grumblingly succumb. The farcical tone 
of the play, and the farcical situations of 
which it is composed, make the settled idio- 
syncrasies of this character a fruitful source 
of rich amusement. Mr. Kerr's outer man 
happily corresponds to the character, as the 
actor is a man of inches, which serve to give 
him an air of physical dominance, and his 
deep voice and well-cut features lend them- 
selves well to the make-up, cleverly empha- 
sized around the mouth, of a man with a 
mastiff cast of physiognomy. 

Another absolutely flawless characterization 
is that by O. B. Clarence in the role of Ben- 
nett, the valet. It is distinctly a creation, and 
one the details of which the spectator can not 
afford to overlook while Mr. Clarence is on 
the stage. The valet has a very important 
role, and is in evidence the greater part of 
the time. He is valet to Winslow, maid to 
Eva — and butler to both. Anything more en- 
joyable than the various expressions which 
flit over his Oliver-Herford-inspired features 
it would be unreasonable to demand, either 
in farce or comedy. No matter how subordi- 
nate a part Bennett may be playing in the 
scene, he is always Bennett. And, gallant 
man, his whole bearing and expression change 
when lovely woman dawns upon the scene 
and this consistent admirer of the fair sex 
has the joy of hearing once more the swish 
of woman's skirts, and ministering, by willing 
service, to her fascinating vanities. 

A Japanese actor, Tamamoto by name, in 
his skillful representation of the Chinese 
cook, fell in line with the general standard 
of excellence in acting which was maintained 
right through. We are comparatively unac- 
customed out here to performances in which 
every role, even to that of a mute sailor who 
is only required to stand at attention, is so 
carefully and consistently done as to com- 
mand our entire respect and admiration for 
the production as a whole. But so it was 
with "The Inferior Sex." In his one brief 
scene, for instance, as the Italian sailor, Ber- 
tram Grassby cleverly represented the accent, 
the Latin fire, the suppressed insolence of 
the sailor-man when taken to task by a land-, 
lubber of a servant, and Felix Edwards played 
very satisfactorily his small part of a machine- 
like officer, whose wound-up mechanism grad- 
ually yielded, under the inspired idiocy of 
Eva and Winslow's explanations, to a faint 
explosion of impatience. 

With only one woman on the yacht, and 
that a castaway, feminine fripperies play no 
part to speak of in the performance, but that 
absence seemed to be atoned for, in some de- 
gree, by the rich profusion of Winslow's ward- 
robe. His pajamas, his dressing-gown, his 
ties, his slippers, a suit or two, not to men- 
tion his toilet appointments, all play their 
parts as details in the numerous props which 
were employed to add point to the absurd 
situations developed by the arrival of the 
fair unknown. 

Not the least element in the enjoyment of 
the piece is the completeness of adjuncts 
which characterize the stage-setting in Acts 
I and II. Real wind blows the curtains about 
the brass-framed portholes which light Wins- 
low's cabin — a bower of comfort, containing 
all the luxuries his unchivalrous masculine 
soul find it so hard to renounce. 

Josephine Hart Phelps. 

Holbrook Blinn appeared as a star under 
the management of William A. Brady at the 
Garrick Theatre in Detroit last week in "The 
Boss," by Edward Sheldon, author of "Sal- 
vation Nell" and "The Nigger." Mr. Blinn 
played the role of Michael Regan, a contractor 
who has won success by courage, tenacity, 
and crowding competitors to the wall. Mr. 
Blinn's leading woman is Emily Stevens, a 
niece of Mrs. Fiske. 

Miss Fola La Follette, daughter of United 
States Senator Robert M. La Follette of 
Wisconsin, has signed a contract to play a 
leading part in "The Scarecrow," Percy Mac- 
Kaye's new play. 


The engagement in this city of "The Girl 
in the Taxi" will begin next Monday night 
at the Columbia Theatre. The play comes 
here with not only the highest praise from 
Eastern reviewers, but with the indorsement 
of both Paris and Berlin. In the European 
capitals, the play, known under the title 
"Like Father Like Son," scored in a manner 
fairly phenomenal, and the Paris engagement 
of the play credits it with some 10D0 perform- 
ances. The first American presentation was 
in Chicago, where the original booking was 
for four weeks. So great and instantaneous 
was its success that it remained for 260 nights. 
The same conditions prevailed in New York 
and Boston. The theme of the farce, in- 
volving a young man's love passion and the 
married lady who comes nobly to his rescue 
only to place them both in a ridiculously com- 
promising yet humorous position, finds com- 
plications many and funny enough. The cast 
to appear is a very large one and contains 
many San Francisco favorites, most impor- 
tant of whom are Bobby Barry, Pearl Sin- 
delar, Harry Hanlon, Helene Salinger, Victor 
Royal, Nicholas Judels, Amanda Wellington, 
Edna Esmeralda, and Richard Bartlett. 

Miss Maxine Elliott in her delightful com- 
edy, "The Inferior Sex," will appear at the 
Savoy Theatre for the last time this Saturday 
afternoon and evening, and on Monday night 
"The Chocolate Soldier," that long-looked-for 
comic opera or opera bouffe, as you may call 
it, will begin an engagement limited to two 
weeks. This work, beginning in America last 
season unknown and unannounced, was 
greeted with a chorus of enthusiastic praise. 
Oscar Strauss is said to have written har- 
monies around the keenly witty ideas of 
George Bernard Shaw that overflow the work 
with music to be remembered and enjoyed, 
by the musician equally with the hearer who 
is willing to admit his musical illiteracy. It 
is promised by producer Frederic C. Whitney 
that the organization, practically intact, that 
was considered by Chicago and other Eastern 
cities as being the most thoroughly balanced 
company of singers and players in twenty 
years, will be sent here. It even includes the 
original Opera Comique Orchestra of thirty- 
five and the great chorus that added greatly 
to the New York year-round run. The en- 
tire first row of seats must be removed to 
make room for the orchestra. Matinees will 
be given on Thursday and Saturday. 

At the Orpheum next week the programme 
will be headed by Clayton White and Marie 
Stuart, who will appear in George V. Hobart's 
one-act play, "Cherie," and will be very wel- 
come. It is nearly three years since they were 
last here, yet they are pleasantly remem- 
bered. Porter J. White, a sterling actor who 
has been successfully identified with promi- 
nent roles, will present "The Visitor," a one- 
act play by his brother Oliver, who is the au- 
thor of many sketches. In the name-part 
Mr. White has a character which is enveloped 
in mystery until the last line, when a sensa- 
tional denouement occurs. The supporting 
company includes Adelaide Fairchild and Ed- 
ward Wonn. Charles B. Lawlor and his two 
daughters, Mabel and Alice, come with a 
vocal character sketch entitled "Night and 
Day on the Sidewalks of New York." Lawlor 
is a veteran of vaudeville who maintains a 
high standard of merit as a character actor, 
and his pretty daughters inherit their father's 
talent. The Victoria Four, consisting of 
Messrs. Storm, Reals, Millbury, and Moon, 
will be heard in popular melodies. They in- 
troduce German, Hebrew, and Irish charac- 
terizations which are clever and diverting. 
Arthur Borani and Annie Nevaro, acrobats 
and comedians, will be included in the new 
bill. Borani is a remarkable contortionist and 
Miss Nevaro indulges in some effective and 
skillful acrobatic work. Next week will be 
the last of Lillian Burkhart, Julius Tannen, 
and the Five Cycling Auroras. 

The final performance of "The Traveling 
Salesman" will be given at the Columbia 
Theatre on Sunday night. The cast this sea- 
son has made good with theatre-goers and 
the engagement has therefore been very suc- 

Francis Wilson will be here in the near fu- 
ture with his latest comedy success, "The 
Bachelor's Baby." 

At the conclusion of the run of "The Choco- 
late Soldier" at the Savoy Theatre that al- 
ways welcome comedian, James T. Powers, 
will appear in "Havana." 

Following "The Girl in the Taxi" at the 

Exhibition of Dr. Genthe's Color Plates 


Vickery, Atkins & Torrey 


January Ninth to Twenty-Fourth 

Columbia Theatre will be seen the big inter- 
national musical comedy success, "The Ar- 
cadians," with the London cast of principals 
in evidence. 

Charles Burnham, president of the Associa- 
tion of Theatre Managers of Greater New 
York, speaking at the dinner of the associa- 
tion at the Hotel Plaza, suggested a meeting 
to be held in New York in the spring to con- 
sider the sidewalk ticket speculator nuisance. 
To this meeting he would have invited the 
men in control of the Metropolitan Opera 
House and of the New Theatre and the man- 
agers of every theatre in the country. Of the 
ticket speculators, whom he characterized as 
an "intolerable nuisance," Mr. Burnham said 
'the managers had applied to the city authori- 
ties and had offered their own cooperation, 
but without ridding the city of the nuisance. 
He expressed the hope that the coming year 
would see the end of it. 




L,n unrnxuin Betw „, Slockl0ll ^ PowtD 

Safeil and 

t magnificent theatre in America 

Week Beginning This Sunday Afternoon 

Matinee Every Day 

in Geo. V. Hobart's sketch, "Cherie": POR- 
TER J. WHITE and Company, in "The Vis- 
itor"; CHAS. B. LAWLOR and DAUGH- 
pany, in "What Every Woman Wants"; 
JULIUS TANNEN; New Orpheum Motion 
Pictures: Last Week, Thrilling Sensation, THE 

Evening prices, 10c, 25c, SOc, 75c. Box 
seats, $1. Matinee prices (except Sundays and 
holidays), 10c, 25c, 50c. Phones — Douglas 70, 
Home C 1570. 


^^ The Leading Playhouse 

Phone.: Franklin 150 Home C5 783 

Beginning MONDAY, JANUARY 23 

Matinee Saturdays Only 

A. H. Woods presents the sensation of Paris 

The Girl in the Taxi 

Exceeding the Speed Limit of Comedy 
Prices: $1.50, ?I, 75c, 50c, 25c 

t^W f£mJ\JT)^ 

McAllister, ■*. Market 

Phones: Market 130 
Home J2822 

This Sat. aft. and eve. — Last times of Miss 

Maxine Elliott in "The Inferior Sex" 

Beginning Mon. eve., Jan. 23 — Two Weeks Only 

The Whitney Opera Company in 


The Humor of Bernard Shaw and the Famous 
Music of Oscar Strauss. Company of 125. 

Opera Comique Orchestra of 35. 
Night and Sat. mat. prices, from $2 to 50c. 
Special Thursday mat., $1 to 50c. 

Note — "The Chocolate Soldier" will not ap- 
pear in Oakland. 


This Saturday eve, Jan. 21 

Seati at Sherman. Clay & Co' 

after 6:30 Saturday at Rink. 

Hardman Piano. 



This Sunday aft. at 2:30 

Seals $2.00. SI. 50. SI. 00. Sher- 
man. Clay & Co. '5: Sunday at 
Hall. Steinway Piano. 



12 year old Pianist 

Christian Science Hall 

Next Tuesday and Thursday eves. Jul 

24-26: Sunday aft, Jan. 29 

Seats now at Sherman, Clay 

& Co, 's— $2.00. Si. 50. $1.00. 

Oakland "yelIberty 27 

Baldwin Piano. 

t\ £K L/ 1 Vi \X JOCKEY CLUB 


Racing every Week Day, Rain or'Shine 


First Race at 1:40 p. in. 
Admission — Men, $2 - - Ladies, $1" 

For special trains stopping at the track, take 
S. P. Ferry, foot of Market St.; leave at 12 
m., thereafter every 20 minutes until 1:40 p. 
m. No smoking in the last two cars, which 
are reserved for ladies and their escorts. 

PERCY W. TREAT, Secretary. 


January 21, 1911. 


The Baroness Hengelmuller, wife of the 
Austrian ambassador to the United States, is 
in a fair way to get herself disliked. Being 
an ambassador's wife and therefore living 
in an atmosphere of diplomacy she naturally 
denies the charge of having said that Wash- 
ington society does not amount to a row of 
pins, or words to that effect, and that the 
national capital is a most unpleasant place to 
live for a lady what is a lady. These trea- 
sonable utterances were reported from New 
York and are supposed to have been made 
while the baroness was on a shopping excur- 
sion. But when the reporter went to the em- 
bassy to ask for a plea of guilty or not guilty 
he got small satisfaction for his pains. He 
was met by a starchy official whose only duty 
in life is to say "there is no truth in the 
report." This formula has become a second 
nature with embassy officials, and they have 
often been known to say it before knowing 
what the report is. This particular official 
said his piece like a well-trained little diplo- 
mat who does not love God and there you 

It may be that the baroness never said any- 
thing of the kind and that the report was a 
spiteful invention of some New Yorker who 
was jealous of Washington's crown of social 
glory. Perhaps she said it and has forgotten 
it. Perhaps she was merely talking in her 
sleep. However that may be, it is well known 
that the lady's sentiments agree with her re- 
ported utterances, while there are some who 
go so far as to say that if she were to ex- 
press her feelings in all three dimensions 
there would be a very pretty little social hur- 
ricane with the Austrian embassy for its 

The fact of the matter is that the baroness 
does not like Mrs. Taft, and when two highly 
placed ladies do not like each other there are 
sure to be many occasions when the claws 
are allowed to slip from their velvet sheaths. 
For some reason or other the Baroness Hen- 
gelmuller is a leader in Washington society 
and she comports herself very much like a 
queen, or rather like a queen is supposed to 
comport herself but does not. When she is 
invited to a social function she insists upon 
seeing a list of the other guests, and if she 
finds any names that meet with her disap- 
proval she strikes them off with an aggressive 
blue pencil. Then there are heart burnings. 
If the baroness were just an ordinary 
woman she would get a short shrift and with- 
out benefit of clergy, but she is an ambassa- 
dor's wife, and in some vague sort of way the 
power and the glory of Austria are behind 
her. And what a pity it would be if two 
great and enlightened nations should find 
themselves plunged into a world-shaking war 
because the Baroness Hengelmuller does not 
like Mrs. Taft or because Mrs. Taft does not 
like the Baroness Hengelmuller. What would 
Mr. Carnegie say? He might take away our 
free libraries. 

There is no doubt that the baroness has 
talked. Her worst enemy would not accuse 
her of reticence or of taciturnity. Moreover, 
she has a way of acidulating her utterances 
that must be trying to her lady friends when 
her remarks are reported to them under the 
seal of inviolable confidence. It is well known 
that Mrs. Taft has views on the observance 
of the Sabbath. So has the baroness. But 
they are diametrically opposite, and the 
baroness never allows herself to be contra- 
dicted. She comes from a European capital 
where Sabbath-breaking is a frequent occur- 
rence, and she sees no reason why she should 
change her misguided practices merely be- 
cause she happens to be in Washington. The 
fact that her laxity in this respect is an annoy- 
ance to Mrs. Taft is of course an unfortunate 
coincidence, and probably no one regrets it 
more than the baroness herself. 

Another of the baroness's indiscretions is 
to draw accentuated attention to the fact 
that some other society stars who used to 
be assiduous in their attendance upon Wash- 
ington have lately withdrawn the light of 
their countenance from the capital. Where, 
for example, are the Sloanes and the Yander- 
bilts, not to mention others who have become 
conspicuous by their absence during the pres- 
ent regime ? The baroness suggests, and 
audibly, too, that these people also have found 
Washington dull these days and prefer to stay 
in New York, where they can be a law unto 
themselves and break the Sabbath in as many 
separate and distinct ways as they please. 

It may be noted with unfeigned regret that 
"The Widow" is dead, but the quotation 
marks show that the dear departed is a news- 
paper and not a human being. Mrs. Teresa 
Dean was the genius that inspired The Widow 
during its brief and inglorious earthly career, 
and Mrs. Dean confessed blushingly in the 
bankruptcy court that although she lives at 
the Waldorf she has no property of any kind 
whatsoever unless soaring expectation and a 
hopeful heart may be so described. 

But va are concerned not so much with 
Mrs. Dean as with the methods of conducting 
a sociew newspaper, a newspaper that appeals 
only tc the ere me de la ere me, to the upper 
crust c* a peculiar and exclusive world. Mrs. 
:> m admitted that she had but 500 sub- 
■:.•: ers, and as these were described as 

"friends" we may wonder how many had paid 
their subscriptions in real money. These for- 
malities are so easily overlooked in the en- 
thusiasms of friendship. 

The exclusiveness of The Widow may be 
judged from the fact that it published two 
pictures every week, "one of a lady and one 
of an actress." How's that for high tone, 
and blue blood, and noblesse oblige, and all 
the rest of it? It is to be hoped that the act- 
resses and the ladies were kept well apart at 
opposite ends of The Widow and properly 
captioned, for it is certain that the actresses 
would not like to be confused with the "la- 
dies," although there are a good many "ladies" 
who would be content enough to be taken for 
actresses. But there was worse to come. It 
seems that the ladies were accustomed to pay 
for the reproduction of their portraits, and, 
indeed, The Widow derived quite an income 
from that source. The editor was a little shy 
about saying precisely who had paid and who 
had not paid for the proud privilege of ap- 
pearing in The Widow and so acquiring im- 
mortality. Upon this point her memory was 
conveniently vague. She had published pic- 
tures of Mrs. Taft, Mrs. Collins, Olga Nether- 
sole, Rose Coghlan, Mabel Taliaferro, and 
many others, including the Duchess de Chaul- 
nes, the daughter of Mr. Shonts, but nothing 
had been paid for the latter work of art, as 
"the Shontses are friends of mine." What a 
thing it is to be the friend of a society editor 
and so to get your picture in the paper free, 
gratis, and for nothing. And to chance reve- 
lations such as this we are indebted for what- 
ever knowledge we have of the efforts of the 
upper world to keep itself well within the 
limelight of publicity. 

The two English-speaking branches of 
civilization, the American and the English, 
are united at least by a common bond of per- 
plexity over the divorce problem. Upon both 
sides of the Atlantic the husbands and the 
wives who "won't play no more" are engross- 
ing the attention of sociologists and causing 
heads to be shaken and beards to be wagged 
in an effort to do justice. But the problem 
is somewhat different in the two countries. 
In America we want to make divorce more 
difficult, while in England it is not easy 
enough. With a laudable desire to distribute 
more evenly the blessings and the luxuries of 
civilization the English jurists maintain that 
no one should be barred from divorce because 
of poverty and that an absence of wealth 
should not render compulsory a superfluity 
of wife. 

Sir Edward Carson, who is an Irishman and 
therefore an authority upon affairs of the 
heart, advances a curious contention. He says 
that the damages awarded to a wronged hus- 
band should always be in proportion to the 
income of the gay Lothario who has broken 
up the happy home. In other words, there 
should be a sort of graduated scale of prices 
for purloined wives, and while the idea has 
a certain attractiveness it is none the less 
based upon distorted commercial principles 
that would be scouted in any ordinary mar- 
ket. The price of wives — of other men's 
wives — like all such commodities, should be 
based upon their value and not upon the bank 
account of the purchaser. The maxim "what- 
ever the traffic will bear" is all very well else- 
where, but it won't work here. Fluctuating 
values and commercial uncertainties are to be 
avoided at all costs. An erring wife would 
have a distinct grievance at being valued at 
only a few hundred dollars merely because the 
tcrtium quid happened to be a poor man, and 
if her next venture happened to be a wealthy 
man he would feel himself the victim of in- 
justice if he were called upon to pay thou- 
sands for an item for which his predecessor 
had paid hundreds. Why appeal to the law 
at all ? It would be far better to arrange 
these matters by an amicable agreement be- 
tween husband and lover. Let the latter make 
an honorable offer of what he is prepared to 
pay and so provide a basis for a bargain that 
could be elaborated and completed at leisure. 
It would be ever so much cheaper in the long 
run because honor would be less deeply 
wounded and revengeful motives would be 
eliminated. Nine times out of ten it would 
be found that the husband was willing to 
waive all financial compensation. He would 
look at the larger benefits to himself and 
would refuse to reduce them to a financial 
basis. Indeed, he would feel that he himself 
was the debtor, and an incident that would 
ordinarily culminate in harsh feelings and 
decrees nisi would be gracefully closed with 
a "bless you, my children." 

The fashionable hotel clerk is a long- 
suffering animal and a patient one. He has to 
be. His position is one of uncertainty and 
perplexity, for try as he may he can not 
always confine his insolence to poor people. 
Just now the fraternity in New York is con- 
fronted with a problem of peculiar difficulty. 
Fashionable women whose costumes are of a 
pronounced color effect are insisting that the 
furniture of their rooms shall be consonant 
with their dresses, and the poor camel of a 
clerk is wondering if this is not the last straw. 
One of them says that his recent experience 
is "too much." 

"I had tried my best to reserve a certain 
suite for a woman who was arriving from a 

distant city, and when she got here I sent her 
upstairs confident that for once I had given 
her rooms she would like. Not on your life. 
She was back almost before the elevator was. 

" 'Oh, those rooms will not do at all,' she 

" 'But are they not just what you asked 
for?' I said. 

" 'Yes, but the furniture is not of the right 
color. I never did look well in red and I 
haven't any red frocks, and I simply can not 
stay up there. You must give me something 
with darker furniture, as my dresses are all 
dark.' " 

Formerly the robes of the justices of the 
United States Supreme Court were made by 
a Washington seamstress. She used twenty- 
two yards of the finest black corded silk, and 
charged $100 per robe. She died. Now an 
Albany firm tailors the robes at $70 each. 
Fifty years or so ago there was a great dis- 
cussion whether the robes worn were proper 
ones, i. e., was there precedent for them ? 
Some delver discovered that John Jay's black 
gown was faced with crimson silk. There was 
a great to-do, for it was feared maybe that 
this breach of custom might invalidate the 
court's past decisions. After much discussion 
the court decided it was satisfied with the 
legal standing of plain black robes, and that 
the decisions were not shaken. 

The court once claimed the right to dic- 
tate the dress of the attorneys of the supreme 
bar. There was a fierce contention about 
this, for the court was insisting that the law- 
yers wear wigs and gowns. The lawyers of 
the Andy Jackson school didn't like it. The 
argument ended in a compromise. The court 
did not insist on wigs and gowns, but did 
forbid the lawyers wearing whiskers of any 
sort. This was a cruel blow, for the court 
reserved the whisker privilege to itself, and 
in those days the nine faces of the justices 
appeared as though peering over the top of 
an ambuscade of hedgery. The justices held 
the custom of shaving only their upper lips. 

Nowadays lawyers and justices let their 
whiskers run where sweet fancy wills, but the 
lawyers, and any one who has admission with- 
in the bar, must dress in black. Only twice 
in thirty years has the black dress rule been 
violated. One occasion was when a frontier 
Kansas lawyer appeared in homespun, wear- 
ing a red flannel shirt and no collar. A cer- 
tain justice stood it as long as he could, then 
sent a note to the pleader by a page, request- 
ing that he suspend long enough to go out 
and buy a collar. Never interrupting the 
flow of his remarks, the plainsman wrote on 
the note that he was afflicted with throat 
trouble and could not wear a collar. But the 
man never appeared before the court again. 
Last spring Attorney-General Wickersham 
one hot day appeared in a light crash suit 
and low shoes. The court was too weak with 
the heat to protest, and Wickersham got away 
with it. 

Each justice has a body servant assigned 
to him, and this servitor is a sore trial to 
many. The body servants, now called "mes- 
sengers," descend from justice to justice. 
Several are old men. Their usual attitude 
toward their particular justices is that of 
tutor toward pupil. They dictate in all mat- 
ters of etiquette, and are generally bother- 
some. But there's no getting rid of them. 
They're an institution having precedent. 

size of which must be in proportion to the 
number of invitations received. Flowers or 
bonbons must be sent to the mistress of the 
house, and you are in secret thought a skin- 
flint if the flowers or the bonbons do not come 
from a house which at that time of the year 
asks five times the value of the goods. There 
are bachelors who, being much invited during 
the year, suddenly take bad colds about the 
first of December and go south for their 
health for two weeks after New Year's, for 
no one gives fees and presents after that. 
This slight illness saves them several hun- 
dred francs. 

A man who has entree into the green 
rooms and foyers in the important theatres is 
expected to give a gold coin to all the em- 
ployees he meets during the year. A man 
having a card to go to the foyer of the ballet 
girls at the Grand Opera during the year had 
to take $30 in change in his pocket New 
Year's to give to those attendants, for they 
actually held out their hands for their en- 

The expectation of a small sum in the the- 
atres has become a veritable plague. The 
woman who takes your hat and coat wants a 
dime. The programme man wants at least a 
dime, the woman who points out your seats 
wants at least 5 cents, and during the inter- 
mission others come for having rendered "des 
petits services," women whom you have never 
seen before. It as much of an annoyance to 
reach for the money as it is to give it. All 
these people pay the manager for the situa- 
tion and they must be persistent in their de- 

New Year's day tips in Paris are no trifling 
matter. Not only for all public servants, 
from postmen to street-cleaners, and for all 
personal servitors, are they demanded, but 
almost as determined is the call for them in 
a hundred odd ways. Those who are invited 
to houses for dining during the year are ex- 
pected to give the servants a gold piece the 


Choice Woolens 


Merchant Tailors 
108-110 Sutter St. French Bank Bldg. 


M anuf acturers 

High Grade French Ranges 

Complete Kitchen and Bakery Outfits 
Caning Tables, Coffee Urns, Dish Healers 

827-829 Mission St. Sao Francisco, Cal. 

The Famous IjutXy%> 

Does Not Strain the Eyes 

Don't use a small, concentrated light 
over one shoulder. It puts an unequal 
strain on your eyes. Use a diffused, soft, 
mellow light that cannot flicker, that equal- 
izes the work of the eyes, such as the Rayo 
Lamp gives, and avoid eye strain. 

The Rayo is designed to give the 
best light, and it does. 

It has a strong, durable shade-holder 
that is held firm and true. A new burner 
gives added strength. Made of solid 
brass and finished in nickel. Easy to 
keep polished. The Rayo is low priced, 
but no other lamp gives a better light at 
any price. 

Once a Rayo User, Always One. 

Dealers Everywhere. If not at yours, write for descriptive^ 
circular to the nearest agency of the 

Standard Oil Company 


78 une. 

January 21, 1911. 




Grave and Gay, Epierammatic and Otherwise. 

A Mrs. Malaprop said to Clara Novello, 
the noted English prima donna: "You will 
admit that there is a great deal of evil life in 
the theatre." "True indeed," replied Clara, 
"hut on which side of the curtain?" 

The toastmaster didn't have a set list of 
speeches to announce, so he apportioned the 
talks among the best speakers present as best 
he could. He did pretty well, too, until he an- 
nounced : "The toast 'Our Absent Members," 
will be responded to by Mr. Blank H. Dash." 
Then everybody laughed, loud and long. 
Why? Because Mr. Blank H. Dash has lost 
an arm and a leg. 

Of his Cambridge days a dignitary of the 
Church of England tells this story: He al- 
ways wore a white tie, and when he got his 
fellowship, full of pride, he went to call upon 
the master of his college. He rang the bell, 
the door was opened, and he was about to 
present his card, when the footman, who had 
run his eye over him, said, "You're too late, 
young man. I got the place yesterday !" 

An old couple came in from the country 
with a big basket of lunch to see the circus. 
The lunch was heavy. The old wife was car- 
rying it. As they crossed a crowded street 
the husband held out his hand and said, 
"Gimme that basket, Hannah." The poor old 
woman surrendered the basket with a grateful 
look. "That's real kind o' 3'e, Joshua," she 
quavered. "Kind!" grunted the old man. "I 
wuz afeared ye'd git lost." 

To the colored man who made application 
for work he listened and awaited the finish 
of the tale of the applicant's qualifications for 
the job, then stalled in this manner: "Well, 
I'd like to give you the place, but I'm 
afraid I can't, for you tell me you are mar- 
ried. I have special reasons for wanting to 
give this position to a single man." "Why, 
boss," exclaimed the willing worker, "if dat's 
de on'y trouble, Ah kin git a divohce between 
now an' when you-alls ready foh me to start 

Some strange queries come into a news- 
paper information bureau, and the answers 
are not always easy, but one of the funniest 
was this: "Say, is this the Evening Times 
information bureau?" inquired a voice at the 
other end of the wire. "It is," politely an- 
swered the reporter. "Anything we can do 
for you ?" "Well, I want to know who was 
it killed Abel ?" "Why, his brother Cain," 
answered the reporter, who had once attended 
Sunday-school before he broke into the news- 
paper business. "Oh, pshaw !" came regret- 
fully from the inquiring voice. "I'll bet I'll 
have to go without a new overcoat this win- 
ter ; I bet a fellow $20 that it was Goliath. 

When Speaker Cannon and Former Con- 
gressman J. Adam Bede of Minnesota met 
at the capitol they fell into a discussion of 
the recent Republican defeat in the congres- 
sional elections. "No importance to it," said 
Bede, emphatically. "It's just like the acci- 
dent that happened to the Northern Pacific 
out in Montana when the road was first built 
and before Montana was well settled. The 
telegraph line wasn't through and the people 
at St. Paul used to wait until the trains came 
in to learn the news along the line. One day 
a landslide occurred in Montana and a train 
finally reached St. Paul three days late. They 
asked the conductor what was the matter. 
'Oh, nothing important,' he said. 'Half a 
mile of the scenery out in Montana fell 
down.' " 

Admiral Lord Fisher, on his arrival in New 
York on the Baltic, charmed the reporters 
with his hilarity. "You young American re- 
porters are very alert," he said, at the end 
of an interview. "You are not like the editors 
they tell about in Tallis Street. A newspaper 
proprietor in Tallis Street hired a new editor. 
That very night there was a fire in the Strand, 
a vast fire, which all London turned out to 
see. The proprietor saw it himself, with its 
thrilling rescues, tragedies, and escapes, and 
early the next morning he opened his paper 
with the pleasant expectation of reading a 
fine, graphic account of the terrible conflagra- 
tion. Not a line about the fire had his new 
editor printed. The man could hardly believe 

his eyes. He tore in a taxicab to Tallis Street. 
He burst in on the editor like an explosion. 
"Why didn't we have a story of the fire?' he 
asked. The new editor looked calmly through 
his spectacles and replied : 'What was the 
use of printing anything about it ? Every- 
body in town was there to see the whole 
thing for themselves.' " 


A Hysterical Rondeau. 
From luncheon she called me down, 

By telephone she called me up; 
My negligence bad won her frown, 
Right scornfully she called me down; 
I had forgot to praise her gown; 

My thin excuses balled me up; 
And that is why she called me down 

When angrily she called me up. 

— Ltppincott's Magazine. 

The Psalm of the Suffragette. 
Show me not with scornful numbers, 

You've too many voters now! 
Woman, wakened from her slumbers. 

Wants the ballot anyhow. 

Life with Bill or life with Ernest 
Is no more our destined goal. 

Man thou art; to man thou turnest; 
But we, too, demand the poll. 

Not enjoyment, naught but sorrow. 

Is the legislator's way; 
For we'll get to him tomorrow 

If he should escape today. 

Art's expensive, styles are fleeting; 

Let our lace-edged banners wave, 
Thus inscribed, o'er every meeting; 

"Give us suffrage or the grave." 

Heroines, prepare for battle! 

Lend your efforts to the strife! 
Drive all husbands forth like cattle; 

Be a woman, not a wife! 

Trust no man, however pleasant. 

He'll agree to all you say, 
Send you candy as a present. 

Go and vote the other way. 

Wives of great men all remind us 
We can make our lives sublime. 

And preceding, leave behind us 
All the rest at dinner time. 

Let us, then, be up and doing, 
Don the trousers and the coat; 

For our candidate pursuing 

The elusive, nimble vote. — Smart Set. 

At the Convention. 
The Blessed Suffragette leaned out 

O'er the reading-desk at even; 
The speech she had prepared would take 

From eight until eleven. 
She had two white gloves on her hands — 

And pins in her hat were seven. 

Her robe, designed by Madame Rose, 
Hand-wrought flowers did adorn; 

And a superb black chiffon coat 
Was very neatly worn. 

And the chains that hung around her throat 
Were yellower than corn. 

"I wish that we could vote, dear ones! 

For we will vote," she said. 
"Have I not on the finest gown 

That Madame Rose has made? 
Are not good clothes a perfect strength. 

And shall I fee! afraid?" 

She plumed and rustled and then spoke — 

Less sad of speech than wild. 
She shouted gentle arguments 

That couldn't harm a child; 
And in terms quite acidulous 

The Antis she reviled. 

I saw her smile — but soon her smile 

Was turned to haughty sneers; 
She thought she saw another gown 

More beautiful than hers! 
She raised her lorgnon to her eyes — 

Then she wept. (I heard her tears.) 
— Carolyn Wells, in Harper's Magazine. 

Music, 'When Soft Voices Die. 
"When Gude Kyng Arthure ruled this land 

He was a goodlie Kyng" — 
Perhaps because he never heard 

Our next door neighbor sing. 

She sings a hundred pop'lar songs 

And twenty more beside, 
And what she didde not sing last nighte 

That dame this morning tried. 

— New York Evening Mail. 

At the Street Corner. 
Their foreheads are low and their collars are high, 

The bunch is familiar, wherever you go; 
You know them at once, as you're hurrying by — 
For their voices arc high, and their language is 
low. — Boston Traveler. 

We specialize in securities of high-grade Pacific Coast 
enterprises, suitable for trust fund and similar investment. 



Our "Monthly Digest o) California Securities" mailed on request. 


Member of Stock and Bond Exchange 


Telephone Sutter One Thousand 



of San Francisco 


Capital, Surplus and Undivided Profits .. .$1 1 .067,549.97 

Cash and Sight Exchanae 1 2.523.591 .86 

Total Resource, 43.905,859.87 

ISAIAS W. Hf.llman President 

I. W. Hellman, Jr. . . .Vice-President 

F. L. Lipman Vice-President 

James K. Wilson Vice-President 

Frank IJ. King Cashier 

W. McGavin Asst. Cashier 

E. L. Jacobs Asst. Cashier 

V. II . Rossettj Asst. Cashier 

C. L. Davis Asst. Cashier 










Customer; of this Bank are offered ever,- facility consistent with 
prudent banking. New accounts are invited. 


savings (THE GERMAN BANK) commercial 

i Member of tbe Associated Savings Banks of San Frauds** * 

526 California St., San Francisco, Cal. 

Guaranteed Capital $ 1,200,000.00 

Capital actually paid up in cash.. 1,000,000.00 
Reserve and Contingent Funds.. 1,580,518.99 

Employees' Pension Fund 109,031.35 

Deposits December 31, 1910 42.039,580.06 

Total Assets 44,775,559.56 

Officers — President, N. Ohlandt; 1st Vice- 
President, Daniel Meyer; 2d Vice-President 
and Manager, George Tourny; 3d Vice-Presi- 
dent, J. W. Van Bergen; Cashier, A. H. R. 
Schmidt; Assistant Cashier, William Herr- 
mann; Secretary, A. II. Muller; Assistant Sec- 
retaries, G. J. O. Folte and Win. D. Newhouse; 
Goodfellow, Eells & Orrick, General Attorneys. 

Board of Directors — N. Ohlandt, Daniel 
Meyer, George Tourny, J. W. Van Bergen, 
Ign. Steinhart, I. N. Walter. F. Tillmann, Jr., 
E. T. Kruse, and W. S. Goodfellow. 

Mission Branch, 2572 Mission Street, be- 
tween 21st and 22d Streets. For receipt and 
payment of deposits only. C. W. Heyer, Mgr. 

Richmond District Branch, 432 Clement 
Street, between 5th and 6th Avenues. For re- 
ceipt and payment of Deposits only. W. C. 
Heyer, Manager. 

The Anglo and London Paris National Bank 

N. W. cor. Sutter and Saniome Street* 

Capital $4,000,000 

Reserve and Undivided Profits. . . 1 ,700,000 
Sic. Grbbnebaum, President; H. Fleisbhacker. Vice- 
President and Manager; Joseph Friedlander. Vice-Presi- 
dent; C. F. Hunt, Vice-President; R. Altschul. Cashier: 
A. Hochsiein, Asst. Cashier; C. R. Parker. Asst. Cashier; 
Wm. H. Hizh, Asst. Cashier; H. Choynski, Asst. Cashier; 
G. R. Bardick, Asst. Cashier; A. L. Langerman, Secretary. 


We will submit offerings of spe- 
cially selected issues at attractive 
prices and will furnish infor- 
mation regarding any particular 
security upon your request. 

Established 1858 


412 Montgomer)* St. San Francisco 

French American Bank of Savings 

savings 108 SUTTER ST. commercial 

(Member of Assocaled Sirings Banks of Su Frandso) 

Capital Authorized $1,000,000.00 

Paid In 750,000.00 

Reserve and Surplus 220,331.45 

Total Resources 5.613,737.73 

Officers — A. Legallet, President; Leon Boc- 
queraz, Vice-President; J. M. Dupas, Vice- 
President; A. Eousquet, Secretary; John Ginty, 
Cashier; M. Girard, Assistant Cashier; P. 
Bellemans, Assistant Cashier; P. A. Bergerot, 


FRANCISCO is located at Nos. 626-628 and 
630 Merchants' Exchange, where all business 
is transacted. The Free Labor Bureau of the 
Alliance in Oakland is at No. 700 Broadway. 
All classes o f male help. No charge to em- 
ployer or employee. 


of California, in and for the City and County 
of San Francisco.— Action No. 26,755; Dept. 1. 

HART, Plaintiffs, vs. All persons claiming any 
interest in, or Hen upon, the real property herein 
described or any part thereof. Defendants. 

Attorney for Plaintiffs. 

The People of the State of California: To all 
persons claiming any interest in, or lien upon, 
the real property herein described or any part 
thereof, Defendants, greeting: 

You are hereby required to appear and answer 
the complaint of said JOSEPHINE HART 
PHELPS and PAULINE HART, Plaintiffs, filed 
with the Clerk of the above entitled Court and 
City and County, within three months after the 
first publication of this Summons, and to set 
forth what interest or lien, if any, you have in or 
upon that certain real property or any part there- 
of, situate in the City and County of San Fran- 
cisco, State of California, and bounded and more 
particularly described as follows, to-wit: 

FIRST — Commencing at the northeasterly cor- 
ner of Vallejo and Leavenworth Streets; running 
thence easterly on the northerly line of Vallejo 
Street twenty-five (25) feet; thence at right 
angles northerly one hundred and nine ( 109) 
feet and six (6) inches; thence at right angles 
westerly twenty-five (25) feet to the easterly line 
of Leavenworth Street; thence at right angles 
southerly along said line of Leavenworth Street 
one hundred and nine (109) feet and six (6) inches 
to the point of commencement, being part of 50- 
Vara Lot No. 885. 

SECOND — Commencing at a point on the north- 
westerly line of Harrison Street distant thereon 
one hundred (100) feet southwesterly from the 
southwesterly line of Fifth (5th) Street, running 
thence southwesterly and along said northwesterly 
line of Harrison Street twenty-five (25) feet; 
thence at a right angle northwesterly eighty-five 
(85) feet; thence at a right angle northeasterly 
twenty-five (25 ) feet ; thence at a right angle 
southeasterly eighty-five (85) feet to the north- 
westerly line of Harrison Street and the point 
of commencement, being a part of 100-Vara Lot 
No. 192. 

And you are hereby notified that, unless you so 
appear and answer, the plaintiffs will apply to the 
court for the relief demanded in the complaint, 
to-wit; a judgment and decree of this Court ad- 
judging and decreeing said plaintiffs above named 
to be the owners in fee-simple absolute, and each 
of said plaintiffs to be the owner in fee-simple 
absolute of an undivided one-half interest of and 
in said real property, and each piece and parcel 
thereof, and of every part thereof, and establish- 
ing and quieting the title of said plaintiffs in and 
to the said real property and every part thereof, 
and determining all adverse claims thereto, and 
ascertaining and determining all estates, rights, 
titles, interests and claims in and to the said 
real property and every part thereof, whether the 
same be legal or equitable, present or future, 
vested or contingent, and whether the same con- 
sists of mortgages or liens of any description; 
that plaintiffs recover their costs herein, and for 
such other and further relief as may be meet and 
just in the premises. 

Witness my band and the seal of said court this 
28th day of December, 1910. 

(Seal) H. I. MULCREVV, Clerk. 

By H. I. PORTER, Deputy Clerk. 


The first publication of this Summons was made 
in "The Argonaut," a newspaper, on the 14th day 
of January. A. D. 1911. 

T. G. DE FOREST. Attorney for Plaintiffs, 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcroft Building, San Francisco, 
California. MEMORANDUM 

The following persons are said to claim an in- 
terest in, or lien upon, said property, adverse to 

San Francisco, California. 

J. G. DE FOREST. Attorney for Plaintiffs, 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcroft Building, San Francisco, 


of California, in and for the City and County 
of San Francisco. — Action No. 26,756; Dept. 1. 

HART, Plaintiffs, vs. All persons claiming any 
interest in, or lien upon, the real property herein 
described or any part thereof. Defendants. 

Attorney for Plaintiffs. 

The People of the State of California: To all 
persons claiming any interest in, or lien upon, the 
real property herein described or any part thereof, 
Defendants, greeting : 

You are hereby required to appear and answer 
the complaint of said lOSEPIIINE HART 
PHELPS and PAULINE HART, Plaintiffs, filed 
with the Clerk of the above entitled Court and 
City and County, within three months after the 
first publication of this Summons, and to set forth 
what interest or lien, if any, you have in or upon 
that certain real property or any part thereof, 
situate in the City and County of San Francisco, 
State of California, and bounded and more par- 
ticularly described as follows, to-wit: 

Commencing at the corner formed by the inter- 
section of the westerly line of Fillmore Street with 
the northerly line of Filbert Street, and running 
thence northerly along said westerly line of Fill- 
more Street twenty-four (24) feet; thence at 
right angles westerly one hundred (100) feet; 
thence at right angles southerly twenty-four (24) 
feet to the said northerly line of Filbert Street; 
and thence at right angles easterly along said 
northerly line of Filbert Street one hundred (100) 
feet to the westerly line of Fillmore Street at the 
point of commencement, being part of Western 
Addition Block No. 343, as the same is laid down 
and numbered on the Official Map of the said City 
and County of San Francisco. 

And you are hereby notified that, unless you so 
appear and answer, the plaintiffs will apply to the 
Court for the relief demanded in the complaint, 
to-wit: a judgment and decree of this Court, ad- 
judging and decreeing said plaintiffs above named 
and Christine Hart to be the owners in fee- 
simple absolute of all of the real property herein- 
before described and of every part thereof, and 
the said plaintiffs to be each the owner in fee- 
simple absolute of an undivided one- fourth in- 
terest, and Christine Hart to be the owner in fee- 
simple absolute of an undivided one-half interest, 
of and in said real property, and of every part 
thereof, and establishing and quieting the title of 
said plaintiffs and the said Christine Hart in and 
to the said real property and every part thereof, 
and determining all adverse claims thereto, and 
ascertaining and determining all estates, rights, 
title?, interests, and claims in and to* the said 
real property- and every part thereof, whether the 
same be legal or equitable, present or futurr, 
vested or contingent, and whether the same con- 
sists of mortgages or liens of any description: that 
plaintiffs recover their costs herein, and for such 
other and further relief as may be meet in the 

Witness mv hand and the seal of said Court 
this 28th day of December, 1910. 

(Seal) II. I. MULCREVY, Clerk. 

By II. I. PORTER, Deputy Clerk. 


The first publication of this Summons was made 
in "The Argonaut," a newspaper, on the 14th 
day of January, A. D. 1911. 

J. G. DE FOREST. Attorney for Plaintiffs. 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcroft Building, San Francisco, 


The following persons arc said to claim an in- 
terest in, or lien upon, said property, adverse to 

San Francisco, California. 

MISS CHRISTINE HART, address, care of 
Thomas Cook & Son, 43 Pragcrstrasse. Dresden. 

J. G. DE FOREST, Attorney for Plaintiffs, 
Rooms 800-806 Foxcn.f Building, - 


January 21, 1911. 


Notes and Gossip. 
A chronicle of the social happenings dur- 
ing the past week in the cities on and around 
the Bay of San Francisco will be found in 
the following department : 

The two large weddings of the week, those of 
Miss Elizabeth Newhall and Mr. Arthur Chese- 
brough and Mr. Lorenzo Avenali and Miss Linda 
Cadwalader, were the most important events on 
the social calendar. Every day was filled with 
smaller functions — teas, luncheons, and bridge 
parties. None of them, however, assumed the pro- 
portions of the elaborately appointed affairs that 
will mark a number of these events next week. 
Society assembled on Thursday night in the 
ballroom' at the Hotel St. Francis to hear Mme. 
Gerville-Reache under the auspiecs of the St 
Francis Musical Art Society-. 

On Friday night the fourth of the season's As- 
emblies at the Fairmont Hotel was a large and 
brilliant affair, attended by over four hundred 
guests and preceded by a number of formal din- 
ners. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Martin and Mr. and 
Mrs. Frank B. Anderson entertained at dinner at 
the Hotel St. Francis and Miss Dorothy Van Sick- 
len was hostess at a dinner for twenty-four of 
the younger set at the Fairmont Hotel. 

The engagement has been announced of Miss 
Olga Atherton, daughter of Mr. Faxon Atherton, 
and Mr. George C. Mullens. The wedding will 
take place the second week in February, and the 
future home of Mr. Mullens and his bride will 
be at Palo Alto. 

The wedding of Miss Elizabeth Newhall and 
Mr. Arthur Chesebrough took place at the New- 
hall home on Scott Street on Wednesday evening. 
The ceremony was performed at half -past nine, 
in the presence of a large company of relatives 
and friends. The bride was attended by her sis- 
ter, Miss Marian Newhall, as maid of honor, and 
by Miss Helene Irwin, Miss Martha Calhoun, Miss 
Helen Chesebrough, Miss Julia Langhorne, and 
Miss Alexandra Hamilton, who were the brides- 
maids. Mr. Harry Sears Bates acted as best man, 
and Mr. Charles Templeton Crocker, Mr. Athol 
McBean, Mr. Stewart Lower}") and Mr. Jack Kittle 
divided the duties of ushers. The honeymoon trip 
will include a visit to Panama, and on their re- 
turn Mr. Chesebrough and his bride will occupy 
a residence in town. 

The wedding of Miss Linda Cadwalader and Mr. 
Lorenzo Avenali was quietly sole mni zed at the 
home of Mr. and Mrs. George Cadwalader on 
Thursday afternoon. The bride was attended by 
Mrs. Ettore Avenali (formerly Miss Mary Josse- 
lyn), and the best man was the brother of the 
bridegroom, Mr. Ettore Avenali. The ceremony 
was performed by the Rev. McNally of San Jose. 
The future home of Mr. Avenali and his bride 
will be in San Jose. 

The wedding of Miss Helen Lamson and Mr. 
Ralph Renaud took place at noon on Saturday at 
Calvary Presbyterian Church. The ceremony was 
performed by Rev. William Rader, and was wit- 
nessed only by the relatives and a few intimate 
friends of the bride and bridegroom. A wedding 
breakfast at the Hotel St. Francis followed the 
church ceremony. After a honeymoon trip in the 
south, Mr. Renaud and his bride will make their 
home in this city. 

The wedding of Miss Ethel Gillett and Mr. Sid- 
ney G. Thorp took place Wednesday afternoon at 
Grace Procathedral. The ceremony was performed 
by Bishop William Ford Nichols. The bride's 
only attendant was her sister, Miss Effie Gillett, 
and Mr. Norman D. Thorp, a cousin of the bride- 
groom, acted as best man. After a honeymoon 
trip the young couple will make their home in 

A pretty wedding took place on the evening of 
December 31, 1910, at the home of Rear-Admiral 
John Crittenden Watson, U. S. N., in Louisville, 
Kentucky, the bride being Miss Mary Binckley, 
of San Francisco and Washington, D. C, daugh- 
ter of Mrs. John M. Binckley, and the groom 
Mr. Thomas Armat, also of Washington. Mrs. 
John Moncure Conway, cousin of the bride, was 
matron of honor, and the bride was given away 
by Admiral Watson. The groom was attended by 
his brother, Mr. Selden Brooke Armat. The Rev. 
Frank W. Hardy, assistant rector of St. Andrew's 
Church, performed the ceremony. After an ex- 
tended trip through the West and to the Orient, 
Mr. and Mrs. Armat will be at "The Highlands," 
Washington, D. C 

The wedding of Mr. Arthur Inkersley and Mrs. 
Fearne at Salisbury Cathedral, Wiltshire, Eng- 
land, on Thursday, December 29, 1910, was a 
brilliant event. The bishop of the diocese led 
the service, which was choral. The Hon. White- 
law Reid, American ambassador, gave away the 
bride. There were many guests at the cathedral 
and the wedding breakfast which followed. Mr. 
and Mrs. Inkersley are now at Ascot, but will go 
soon to Paris, as the guests of the bride's daugh- 
ter, Mrs. Barton French, of New York. 

Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Blanding enter t ai n ed at 
a dinner on Thursday evening preceding the dance 
at Century Hall. The affair was given in honor 
of their son, Mr. Tevis Blanding, and the guests 
included a group of his young friends, among 
whom were Miss Dorothy Chapman, Miss Helen 
Stoney, Miss Augusta Foute, Miss Katherine 
Stoney, Miss Jane Selby, Miss Ysobel Chase, Miss 
Cora Otis, Miss Marie Louise Elkins, Miss Fred- 
erika Otis, Mr. Cordova de Garmendia, Mr. Eyre 
Pinckard, Mr. Bernard Ford, Mr. Maurice Bar- 
clay, Mr. Irvin Richter, Mr. Bym Berry, Mr. Fel- 
ton Elkins, Mr. Haigh Fairlie, Mr. Arthur Cul- 
bertson, Mr. F. Bowie, Mrs. Edith Coleman, and 
Mr. and Mrs. Frederick Sharon. 

Miss Amalia Simpson entertained at a theatre 
party, followed by an informal tea at the Hotel 
St, Francis on Wednesday afternoon. Among her 
guests were Mrs. Frederick V. Stott, Miss Lil- 
lian Shoobert, Miss Marguerite Doe, Miss Flor- 
ence Cluff, Miss Lurline Matson, Miss Grace Gib- 
son, Miss Eraa Sl Goar, and Miss Florence 

Miss Lee Girvin and Miss Jane Selby were the 
complimented guests at Miss Mary Eyre's dance 
at Century Club Hall on Thursday evening. Miss 
Eyre was assisted in receiving her guests by Mr. 
and Mrr Richard Girvin. Among those present 
were Mr and Mrs. George M. Pinckard, Mr. and 
" frs. George Cadwalader, Mr. and Mrs. Gerald 
:ne, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Eyre, Mr. and 

Mrs. Perry Eyre, Miss Myra Josselyn, Miss 
Evelyn Barron, Miss Katherine Donohoe, Miss 
Olga Atherton, Miss Dorothy Baker, Miss Louise 
Boyd, Miss Kate Brigham, Miss Katherine 
Stoney, Miss Bessie Ashton, Miss Margaret Cal- 
houn, Miss Dorothy Chapman, Miss Elizabeth 
Newhall, Miss Ethel McAllister, Miss Anita Mail- 
lard, Miss Maude Wilson, Miss Cora Smith, Miss 
Helen Stoney, Miss Dora Winn, Miss Evelyn 
Cunningham, Miss Constance McLaren, Miss Au- 
gusta Foute, Mr. Gordon Tevis, Mr. Lansing 
Tevis, Mr. Ward Maillard, Mr. Eyre Pinckard, 
Mr. Harry Evans, Mr. Evan Evans, Mr. Effingham 
Sutton, Mr. Arthur Foster, Mr. Paul Foster, Mr. 
John Cushing, Mr. Herbert Baker, Mr. Sherwood 
Coffin. Mr. George Nickel, Mr. Douglas Grant, 
and Mr. Robert Eyre. 

Mrs. Willard Wayman entertained at a lunch- 
eon on Thursday in honor of her mother, Mrs. 
A. C. DonnelL Mrs. Wayman's guests included 
Mrs. Howard Holmes, Mrs. John Sabin, Mrs. 
Charles Okell, Mrs. Andrew S. Rowan, Mrs. 
George Tyson, Mrs. E. H. Kittredge, Mrs. George 
Toy, and Mrs. Guy Wayman. 

Mrs. E. L. Hunt was a luncheon hostess at her 
home on Washington Street on Wednesday, at 
which she entertained twelve guests. 

Miss Elizabeth Newhall and her bridesmaids 
were entertained at luncheon on Wednesday at the 
Fairmont Hotel by Mrs. Peter McG. McBean. 
The guests were Mrs. Athol McBean, Miss Marian 
Newhall, Miss Alexandra Hamilton, Miss Helene 
Irwin, Miss Helen Chesebrough, Miss Martha Cal- 
houn, and Miss Julia Langhorne. 

Miss Olive Wheeler entertained at a dinner 
at her home on Friday evening, preceding the 
dance of the Friday Night Club at Century Hall. 
The young people were chaperoned by Mr. and 
Mrs. Charles Stetson Wheeler. Those present 
were Miss Louise McCormick, - Miss Margaret Bel- 
den, Miss Elva de Pue, Miss Dora Winn, Miss 
Constance McLaren, Mr. Ward Maillard, Mr. 
Charles S. Wheeler, Jr., Mr. Charles Belden, 
Mr. William Leib, Mr. Alfred Luschinger, and Mr. 
Bradley Wallace. 

Mrs. John McGaw was hostess at a musicale 
on Sunday afternoon at her home on Russian 
Hill in honor of Mr. George Kruger, the pianist. 
Among her guests were Mrs. O. D. Baldwin, Mrs. 
Charles Stovel, Mrs. George Alexander, Mrs. J. 
Martel, Miss Mattel, Miss Erna St. Goar, Baron 
and Baroness von Turcke, Miss Florence Hyde, 
Mme. Emilia Tojetti, Dr. and Mrs. Frank Sum- 
mers, Mrs. W. W. Wymore, Mrs. Amy Walker 
Deane, Mrs. Noyes, Mrs. Loveil White, Mrs. 
Lloyd Baldwin, Mrs. Marvin Curtiss, Mrs. Thomas 
McGee, Mrs. Eugene Lent, and Mrs. Allan. 

Miss Anita Maillard was hostess at a bridge 
party on Monday evening in honor of Miss Maud 

Mr. and Mrs. I. W. Hellman entertained at a 
large dinner dance at the Hotel St, Francis on 
Wednesday evening, at which they entertained one 
hundred and fifty guests. 

Mrs. Ralston White was a luncheon hostess on 
Tuesday at the Bellevue, at which she entertained 
a group of debutantes in honor of the Misses 
Florence and Muriel Williams. 

Mrs. Russell Wilson gave a delightful luncheon 
on Saturday in honor of Mrs. Mountford Wil- 
son, who leaves this week for New York. 

Miss Vera de Sabla will entertain at a lunch- 
eon at the Fairmont Hotel on January 24 in honor 
of Miss Maud Wilson, the fiancee of Mr. Effing- 
ham Sutton. 

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Palache presided at a 
dinner on Saturday evening in honor of Mrs. Sid- 
ney Cushing, who with Mr. and Mrs. Mountford 
Wilson, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Hooker, and Miss 
Jennie Hooker, leave this week for New York 
en route to Europe and Egypt 

Mrs. Baldwin Wood entertained at a luncheon 
on Monday in honor of Miss Helene Irwin. Her 
other guests were Miss Jennie Crocker, Miss 
Marian Newhall, Miss Julia Langhorne, Miss Flor- 
ence Hopkins, Miss Louise Boyd, and Mrs. Athol 

Mr. and Mrs. W. G. Irwin entertained at a 
dinner and theatre party in honor of Mr. and 
Mrs. Richard Ivers on Friday evening. Their 
guests included Mr. and Mrs. Frederick McNear, 
Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin Wood, Miss Jennie 
Crocker, Miss Helene Irwin, Mr. C. Templeton 
Crocker, and Mr. Stanford Gwin. 

Miss Mollie Phelan entertained at a luncheon 
at the Palace Hotel on Saturday in honor of 
her niece, Mrs. Frederick Murphy. 

Mrs. H. H. Atkinson was hostess at a daffodil 
tea on Mondaj' in compliment to Miss Jeannette 
Deal, the fiancee of Mr. Alan Dimond. 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles A. Cooke celebrated the 
twenty-fifth anniversary of their wedding with a 
luncheon at the Fairmont Hotel on Friday. 

Mrs. Ellanor Doe entertained forty guests at a 
tea at the Fairmont Hotel on Tuesday in honor of 
Mrs. Frank Denny of Washingon, D. C, who has 
recently joined Colonel Denny here for the winter. 
Miss Rhoda Niebling entertained at a tea at 
the Fairmont Hotel on Tuesday in honor of Miss 
Gladys Poillon. Her guests included only mem- 
bers of the debutante set 

At the annual meeting of the Occidental 
Kindergarten Association, held on ' Monday, 
January 9, 1911, the following officers were 
elected : President, Miss Florence Musto ; 
first vice-president, Miss Jeanette Newman ; 
second vice-president, Miss Sara Lorenson ; 
treasurer, Miss Lutie Goldstein ; recording 
secretary. Miss J. Paulson ; corresponding sec- 
retary, Mrs. A. L. Stone. 

The American Safety League of Spokane, 
Washington, has just awarded prizes to four 
women who showed that they knew the proper 
way to get off street-cars — facing the way the 
cars were headed. The league is conducting 
a campaign of education on the proper way 
of boarding and alighting from street-«cars. 

A Christmas festival for all the children 
of the Presidio of Monterey formally opened 
the new assembly hall that has just been 
completed. This structure was built at a 
cost of $15,000. It seats about 800 people 
and has a well arranged stage. 

The Tetrazzini Farewell. 
Tetrazzini will be heard for the last time 
at Dreamland this Saturday night, January 
21. From all indications the big auditorium 
will again be taxed to its utmost capacity. 
On this occasion the great singer will be 
heard in a number of works for the first time 
in this city, including the aria from "La Son- 
nambula," which used to be one of Patti's 
chef d'ceuvres, the "Bolero" from Verdi's "Si- 
cilian Vespers," and the tremendously difficult 
"Vocal Variations" by Proch, which only the 
very greatest coloratura artists dare even at- 
tempt. A great many request numbers will be 
sung as encores. 

Frederick Hastings, the baritone; Walter 
Oesterreicher, flutist ; Andre Benoist, pianist, 
and Paul Steindorft's orchestra will all lend 
their aid in making this a memorable con- 

Seats will be on sale at Sherman, Clay & 
Co.'s until 5 :30 on Saturday, and the box- 
office at Dreamland will open at six o'clock. 
Manager W. H. Leahy has every reason to 
feel proud of the success achieved by his 
song-bird and the local end of the enterprise, 
and its management reflects the highest credit 
on Will L. Greenbaum, who has had full 
charge of the San Francisco and Oakland 


■ < •» 

Pepito Arriola.the Boy Pianist. 

After reading and hearing about the won- 
derful musical genius, Pepito Arriola, for the 
past five years, San Francisco music-lovers 
are finally to have the opportunity of hearing 
this twelve-year-old lad, who from all reports 
has been justly called "the reincarnation of 
Mozart," Pepito, who gives programmes such 
as no living virtuoso of any age need feel 
ashamed of, will make his first appearance at 
Christian Science Hall next Tuesday night, 
January 24, when he will offer Beethoven's 
"Waldstein" sonata, four "Preludes" from 
Op. 28, nocturne in B major. Op. 62, and 
Polonaise in A flat major, by Chopin, prelude 
by Rachmaninoff, "Warum" and "Vogel als 
Prophet," by Schumann, "Liebestraum" and 
"Rhapsodie No. 4" by Liszt. 

On Thursday night another great pro- 
gramme will be given, including the Bach- 
Liszt "Fantasie and Fugue" in G minor, 
Chopin's "Scherzo" in B flat minor, and other 
works of the Polish tone-poet, and numbers 
by Moszkowski, Schumann, and Paganini- 

The farewell appearance of the wonderful 
lad will be at the Sunday matinee, January 29, 
when still another programme will be given. 

Seats for all these concerts are on sale at 
Sherman, Clay & Co.'s. 

Next Friday afternoon, January 27, at 3 :30, 
Pepito will play in Oakland at Ye Liberty 
Playhouse, repeating his wonderful opening 
night programme. Seats for the Oakland con- 
cert are obtainable at Ye Liberty box-office 
in Oakland after Monday. 


Kocian's Farewell Concert. 

At Christian Science Hall on Sunday after- 
noon, Jarislav Kocian, the wonderful young 
Bohemian violinist, will give the farewell con- 
cert of his present series, commencing at the 
usual hour of 2 :30. No artist who has visited 
here in late years has been quite such a sen- 
sation as young Kocian. When he was here 
ten years ago, as a boy prodigy, great things 
were anticipated for him, but the realization 
of his development has been even beyond the 
greatest expectations, and he is now dis- 
covered as one of the greatest of the present 
day. Maurice Eisner, who is accompanying 
Kocian as piano soloist and assistant artist, 
has made an impression no whit less pleasing 
than his star's. Together these two splendid 
musicians offer a remarkable programme for 
Sunday, which includes, for Kocian's num- 
bers, "SjTnphonie Espagnole" by Lalo, "Cha- 
conne" by Bach, "Hymne au Printemps" by 
Kocian, "Cavatina" by Caesar Gui, "Moto Per- 
petuo" by Ries, and "Faust Fantasie" by Wie- 
niawsld. The piano solos include "Gavotte," 
Brahms-Gluck ; "Bourree," Bach-Saint-Saens ; 
"Perpetum Mobile," Weber-Go do wsky. 

Seats are to be had at Sherman, Clay & 
Co.'s, and on Sunday morning after ten a. m. 

at the hall. 


Sigmund Beel's Concerts. 

Sigmund Beel, the eminent violinist, who 
has made a wonderful success in his art in 
Europe, returns to his home for two concerts 
under the Greenbaum management, these to 
take place on Thursday night, February 2, 
and Sunday afternoon, February 5, at Chris- 
tian Science Hall. Mr. Beel will offer excel- 
lent programmes, the first of which will in- 
clude a Sonata by Handel, the "Concerto" of 
Vieuxtemps, Bach's "Sonata," and works by 
Debussy, Pugnani-Kreisler, Hubay, and Sini- 
gagMa. At the concert Sunday afternoon the 
artist will give the famous "Chaconne" of 
Vitali, the Saint-Saens "Concerto," and other 
important numbers. 

Beel's concert in Oakland will take place at 
Ye Liberty Playhouse on Friday afternoon, 
February 3. 

Mail orders for the concerts are now being 
received by Will L. Greenbaum. 

The most popular native table wine in the 
United States is the Italian-Swiss Colony's 
TIPO (red or white). There is a reason — it 
is the best. 

The Hamlin School 

2230 Pacific Ave., San Francisco 

A Boarding and Day School 
for Girls 

Accredited by the University of California, 
by Leland Stanford Junior University, and by 
Eastern colleges. Special courses in study are 
also offered. 

Lessons in Drawing and Painting, in Vocal 
and Instrumental Music. 

A course of lessons on Harmony is given 
each week by Prof. Wm. J. McCoy of the Uni- 
versity of California, and is open to students 
outside the school. 

Courses of lessons in Household Economics, 
with all the appliances for cooking, etc., are 
given each week by Miss Alice McLear, a grad- 
uate of the Drexel Institute, Philadelphia, and 
are open to students outside the school. 

Classes in Camp-cooking are open to boys 
over fourteen years of age on Saturday fore- 
noons or after three o'clock in the afternoons. 

For further particulars, address 


2230 Pacific Avenue. 

School reopened January 9, 1911. 

The Woodland Hackney Stud 

offers a few choice Saddle Horses, sev- 
eral combination animals, and matched 
teams of their own breeding. All 
thoroughly mannered. Prices reasonable. 
No. SIB Merchants Exchange, San Francisco 

Under the same Management 


Entirely rebuilt since the fire, 

Fairmont Hotel 

The finest residence hotel in the world. 

Overlooking the San Francisco 

Bay and Golden Gate. 

The two great hotels that have 
made San Francisco famous 
among travelers the world over. 

Palace Hotel Company 

Hotel del Coronado 


Host Delightful Gimale on Earth 


$4.00 per da; and upward 

Power boats from the hotel meet passengers 

from the north on the arrival of the Pacific 

Coast S. S. Co. steamers. 

Golf, Tennis, Polo, and other outdoor sports 

every day in the year. 
New 700-foot ocean pier, for fishing. Boating 
and Bathing are the very best. Send for 
booklet to 

MORGAN ROSS, Manager, 

Coronado Beach, CaL 

Or see H. F. NORCROSS, Agent, 

334 So. Spring St., Los Angeles. 

Tel. A 6789; Main 3917. 


Sacramento, Cai. 

Elegant new fire-proof construction. Service 

as perfcet as expert management can produce. 



Sutter and Gough Sts. - - San Francisco, CaL 

High order Hold. Fine Air, Elevation, Location. Fire 
minutes from San Francisco's lively centre. "WeD liked by 
ladies. American plan $3.00 and up. per day 
European plan SI .50 and up, per day 

THOS. H. SHEDDEN, Manager 

READERS who appreciate this paper 
may give their friends the oppor- 
" trinity of seeing a copy. A speci- 
men number of the Argonaut will be sent 
to any address in any part of the world 
on application to the Publishers, 207 
Powell Street San Francisco, Cal 

January 21, 1911. 




Movements and Whereabouts. 

Annexed will be found a resume of move- 
ments to and from this city and Coast and 
the whereabouts of absent Californians : 

Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Watson have closed their 
San Mateo home and are occupying their town 
bouse on Vallejo Street. 

Mr. Sheldon Pennoyer, son of Mr. and Mrs. A. 
A. Pennoyer, is enjoying the winter sports at 
San Moritz. 

Mrs. John Parrott has returned from Paris to 
London, after spending several weeks with friends 
and relatives in the French capital. 

Miss Enid Gregg returned on Friday from Hono- 
lulu, where she was the guest for six weeks of 
Major and Mrs. W. B. Dunning at Fort Shafter. 

Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Sallce Harris (formerly 
Miss Margaret Doyle) have returned from their 
honeymoon trip to Coronado. 

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Oxnard have returned 
from their Eastern trip. They were absent about 
two months. 

Mr. Benjamin P. Upham left Thursday for a 
tour of Europe which will occupy nearly a year. 
He will go directly to Italy from New York. 
. Mrs. Allen Lewis, who has been the guest of 
her mother, Mrs. John Kittle, during the holiday 
season, has returned to her home in Portland. 

Mrs. Carl Schoonmaker (formerly Miss Jean 
Howard) will return to Paris after visiting a short 
time longer with her friends here. 

Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Welch, Jr., are planning 
a trip to New York this month. 

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Findlay are planning to 
leave in a week for the East, where they will 
make a brief visit. 

Mrs. Francis Gay of Honolulu has arrived here 
from New York and will make a brief visit in 
San Francisco before continuing to her home in 
the Islands. 

Mr. and Mrs. Richard Ivers sailed for their 
home in Honolulu on Saturday, after a visit with 
Mr. and Mrs. W. G. Irwin. They are concluding 
a trip to Europe. 

Mrs. Etienne Guittard and Miss Beatrice Guit- 
ard will spend several weeks at Del Monte be- 
fore going to Coronado, where they will spend the 
remainder of the winter. 

Mrs. Mary Huntington, Mrs. E. H. Davenport, 
Mrs. Richard Derby, and Miss Marian Huntington 
spent the week end at Del Monte and then con- 
tinued their motor trip to Los Angeles, where 
they will spend several weeks. 

Mr. and Mrs. Francis Sullivan with their son 
and daughter are at present in Rome. 

Miss Ada Clement is now traveling in Italy, 
and expects to return to San Francisco in April. 

Mrs. Richard Hammond will come from her 
home in Colorado Springs for the Crocker-Irwin 
wedding and will spend some time here as the 
guest of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. James Potter 

Mr. and Mrs. George Sperry, who spent the 
holiday season in New York, are now in Wash- 
ington, D. C, where they are the guests of Mr. 
and Mrs. Marion de Vries. Later they will go 
to New Orleans. 

Mrs. A. S. Baldwin and Miss Laura Baldwin 
are at Paso Robles, but will go later to Santa 
Barbara to join Miss Mildred Baldwin, who is the 
guest of Miss Katherine Kaime. 

Mrs. William Miller Graham, who has been 
enjoying the opera season in New York, is ex- 
pected to return to her Santa Barbara home next 

Lieutenant H. G. Ord, U. S. A., left on 
Wednesday for the Presidio at Monterey, where 
he will remain three months. 

Judge William H. Smith, Jr., and Mr. Douglas 
McBryde sailed on Wednesday for Honolulu, 
where they will spend three months. 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Clark and Mr. and Mrs. 
Raoul Du Val will spend the next few months in 

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Sadoc Tobin are planning 
a trip abroad and will join Miss Agnes Tobin 
in London in the spring. 

Mrs. Rudolph Silvcrstone, who has been visit- 
ing her sister, Mrs. Joseph Sadoc Tobin, will 
return this week to her home in Milwaukee. 

Mr. and Mrs. Harry Sears Bates returned on 
Monday from New York, where they enjoyed a 
brief visit. 

Captain Thomas Power, U. S. A., and Mrs- 
Power will remain in San Francisco during Cap- 
tain Power's leave of absence and will sail in 
April for the Philippines. 

Mrs. William J. Dutton and Miss Mary Page 
Dutton sailed on Saturday for Panama, where they 
will spend two months. 

Mr. and Mrs. Richard Girvin and Miss Lee Gir- 
vin have joined Miss Mary Eyre and Miss Jane 
Selby at the Fairmont Hotel, where they will all 
remain during the rest of the season. 

Mrs, William Bowers Bourn, who has spent 
most of the winter at her home in Burlingame, 
will go to London in May, where she will visit 
her daughter, Mrs. Arthur Rose Vincent. 

Mr. Brendon Brady spent several days in San 
Francisco on his arrival from Boston before sail- 
ing for the Orient on the Tenyo Marti on Wednes- 
day. He will be accompanied by Mr. Ellis Par- 

Mrs. Margaret Stewart will leave next week for 
a tour of the world. 

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Gilchrist Owen of Portland 
arrived in town on Saturday, and will spend 
several weeks at the Hotel St. Francis. 

Mrs. R. G. Han ford of New York is still at 
Del Monte and has with her her mother and sis- 
ter, Mrs. E. Guittard and Miss Beatrice Guittard, 
of San Francisco. 

Miss Marion Zeile has been visiting Miss Mary 
Keeney and Miss Florence Hopkins during the 
absence of Mrs. Zeile in New York, where she 
accompanied Miss Ruth Zeile when she returned 
to school. 

Mr. Levi Wells of Washington, D. C, is at Del 
Monte for an indefinite stay. 

Mrs. Hyde-Smith and her son and Miss Helen 
Ashton and Miss Ruth Casey spent the holidays 
in Florence, Italy. 

Mr. and Mrs. W. H. High are at Del Monte. 

Mr. Harold Havens and Mr. Fred Havens, of 
Piedmont, were at Del Monte last week for a 
few days, coming up from the south, where they 
have been touring. 

Among recent arrivals at Hotel del Coronado, 
Coronado Beach, were Mr. and Mrs. A. H, Gris- 
wold, Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Picker, Mrs. H. C. 
Smith, Mr. M. M. O'Sbaughnessy, Mr. John C. 



The Queries and Observations of a Lawyer. 

Caruthers Ewing, a Georgia lawyer, has 
been rapidly building up a reputation as a wit 
and after-dinner speaker. Af the recent 
meeting of the Atlanta Bar Association a 
speech of his was read by the secretary. 
Most of it was devoted to the attacks on capi- 
tal. Here it is. The report is from the 
New York Sun : 

Since Dr. Cook jarred the firm set earth, 
and Jeffries failed to return, and the Mem- 
phis census was announced, and the author of 
"Three Weeks" wrote a respectable book, and 
a jury in Alabama found an issue of fact in 
favor of a corporation, and the Southern Rail- 
way commenced running its trains on time, 
and Georgia went near dry, people simply do 
not know what to expect or in whom to trust. 

Even the Farmers' Alliance has faded from 
the canvas and the sweet aroma that once 
meandered from Coxey's army no longer re- 
freshes the languid earth. 

The only thing that seems to have taken 
a permanent and picturesque place is the fight 
and fury against money. 

This outcry against capital by those who 
have none always shocks and distresses me. 
I regard it as the braggadocio outburst of the 
blasphemer — this defiance of the almighty 

Be it said, however, to the credit of the 
American people that all irreverence cometh 
from without the fold. No man with cash 
ever yet treated it with contumely or con- 
tempt. From the time when we cease to be- 
lieve in Santa Claus our effort is to get the 
money. Every man who fails to get it pro- 
ceeds to denounce the man who beat him to 
it. This hue and cry against wealth is the 
one whimpering of the vanquished to which 
the people lend a willing ear. The loser in no 
other game is heard to complain. The victor 
in no other contest gathers odium. 

Let a judge bankrupt a poor man with a fine 
and curses rend the air ; let the same judge tap 
the till of the Standard Oil Company and take 
its last penny and tumultuous applause shakes 
the world's roofless walls. We are all after 
the cash and until we get it we have a pretty 
strong line of language about the iniquity of 
capital. You can not have failed to notice 
that a man riding to his office in an auto- 
mobile is not near so rampant against money 
as the fellow whose heel hits the flagstone. 
The history of the human race shows that 
as we get away from the "walkover" method 
of locomotion our views about finance change. 

No man ever toiled in the field or at the 
forge, sailed the seas or sunk a shaft who 
knew that he could make more money doing 
something else. No man ever got so ema- 
ciated of mind as to refuse a job because the 
salary was too high. I have never under- 
stood this row about the conflict between capi- 
tal and labor. It is doubtless true that the 
man with money tries to get as much labor for 
a given amount as he can possibly get. And 
I never yet saw a laboring man trying to 
get as little compensation as possible for his 
work. Think of one of these honest, horny- 
handed sons of toil — and you know the horny 
hand is conclusive evidence of honesty and 
virtue — throttling the fellow who tries to 
overpay him for his labor. This saturnalia 
of speech about the wickedness of wealth and 
the ferocious virtue of labor always amused 
me immensely. It seems such a good subject 
about which to bay and howl and I never 
saw the baying and howling fail to get an en- 
core. And the fellow who thus jars the air 
always stands in the din and roar of the 
busted and says to himself: "This is a great 
Babylon which I have built." I am a friend 
of the labor union, but I never could regard 
it as the Ark of the Covenant. 

I could never get out of my mind what 
would happen if the owners of the world's 
wealth were to organize a society to advance 
the cause of capital and call it the "Money 
Union." Now just think what would happen ! 
Suppose the "Money Union's" walking dele- 
gate called on some of the horny-handed and 
proceeded to outline how and when the born 
should be made to grow on each hand ; sup- 
pose this emissary of wealth took the pose 
and adopted the tone of the accepted walking 
delegate, do you really believe that there would 
be enough of him left to pick up except with 
blotting paper? If this "Money Union" were 
to adopt the constitution and by-laws of the 
labor union, with just the necessary variation 
to get a fit, the ensuing luxuriant tumult could 
only be paralleled by the oratory of a country 
fusionist up in Tennessee during the recent 

A fusionist — that is, one who gets over- 
heated and becomes liquefied — met the can- 
didate he was supporting one day and said 
to him : "The fellow youse running agin 
spoke out in my neighborhood the other night 
and I answered his argyments for ye." The 
candidate, much pleased, ask his champion to 
enlighten him as to the line of thought he 

pursued and the volunteer orator told him : 
"I jest begun by callin' him a blankety blank 
blank and from that I gradually riz." 

I am the friend of labor, but I have no 
hostility or bitterness toward capital, and I 
always think of the existing disturbances as 
being not wholly free from humor. I firmly 
believe that if lawmakers will quit trying to 
regulate things, stop trying to legislate money 
from the man who made it to the man who 
didn't and let the people understand that they 
must work for a living, everybody but the law- 
yers and candidates will be happier and saner 
and less hungry. Just to see all the commo- 
tion stop I would almost be willing to work 
for a living instead of getting it by practicing 
law. The way things now are I feel the force 
of that patriotic apostrophe : "How I would 
love my country if it were not for my coun- 
trymen !" 

The fairest litigants I know are the rich, 
and I do like a rich client. You see I revel 
in the ecstasy of wanting no more office, and 
I would not permit the people to get a crack 
at me at the ballotbox, so it is all right for 
me to talk plainly and speak my honest 
thoughts. Every lawyer likes a wealthy liti- 
gant. That's what wealth and litigants are 
for — to please lawyers. I never did take 
kindly to the pauper oath business. 

For five years I represented the street rail- 
road at my home, but I resigned. The salary 
was large and it was needed, and it was 
properly and promptly spent. I do not be- 
lieve in hoarding money or in economizing. 
A man's wife ought to do that. But I quit 
the street railroad business because of fe- 
males. They started in on me five years ago 
with traumatic neurasthenia, which means a 
nervous state caused by the law's delay, and 
then when this malady ran its course they 
sprung other complaints that drove me out of 
the business. 

I mention this to show that I do not con- 
sort with corporations and have no entangling 
alliances that prejudice me unduly in their 
favor. I simply can not understand this par- 
ticular inconsistency and absurdity. 

We say to the astronomer who would read 
the highest heavens and plunder the secret 
of the skies — Gaze on. 

We says to the scientist who would fathom 
the deeps of nature and harness its forces for 
our welfare — Toil on. 

We say to the painter who would reproduce 
the beauties of the earth and air and ravish 
the vision with wondrous hues — Paint on. 

We say to the poet who weaves our 
thoughts into harmonical phrase and to the 
author who entertains us as he instructs — 
Write on. 

We say to the philosopher who explains to 
us the facts and existences and strips away 
all masks and mysteries — Think on. 

We say to the aviator that while the law 
of gravity is constitutional we hope you will 
devise a scheme to evade it, so — Fly on. 

According to a populite statesman our sen- 
tinels on the watch tower at Washington still 
say to the farmers of America : All is well, 
plough on. 

We denounce the indolent and make va- 
grancy unlawful, yet when instead of indo- 
lence we find financial activity and instead 
of failure we find successful financial efforts 
we proceed to get mad about it. 

If this controversy about capital continues 
the only safe course is to give all the money 
to the lawyers. Those who are called to the 
bar know the need and understand the latent 
virtues of cash, and I won't say any more 
about it lest some of you get the notion that 
I am broke. I took that tack because it's a 
curious condition to me. 

You know we used to say we were "called 
to the bar" — but we quit that because we 
were never able to locate who had called us, 
and we finally found that the "call" was but 
the echo of our wail or want. When we got 
to the bar we found no fellow who had said 
a word about our coming and really no one 
who thought we ought to be there. The 
preachers overworked this "call game," how- 
ever, and we now say "admitted." Giving the 
word its higher meaning, "Received as true." 

I will note there is something about the 
lawyer which enables him to see the falseness 
and the folly of things. People come to him 
in greed and grief, in hate and rage ; he 
rights more wrongs than any other man, and 
when all is said and done the enthroning of 
one act of justice in the world is a title to 

To do right and to always do the right, 
nothing less from fear or favor, nothing more 
for gain or glory, is the hardest thing that 
vexes the brain and strains the will of man. 
And yet the lawyer comes nearer doing these 
things than any other man. 

I have met and mixed with men in every 
way and walk of life. I have seen every 
chord struck by the hand of interest. I have 
seen temptation's awful hour come to many 
men. I have seen many men meet the storm 
and stress of things. My observation is that 
the lawyer, taking the general run, more 
surely meets the requirements of manhood and 
citizenship than any other man that walks 

this earth. 


Travel by steamship up and down the Pa- 
cific Coast is unprecedentedly heavy now. 




* 2.50 


$ 4.00 




under twelve years of age with 


at 2230 Pacific Ave., San Francisco 

In.charge of Miss ROSE BRIER 
of the Urban School for Boys 


tale one of the moat beautiful homes on the Peninsula. 
House of 14 rooms, grounds 4 acres in finest section of the 
new town. Garage and stable. Will sell furniture. 

B. P. OLIVER. San Francisco. 

2230 Pacific Avenue 

Reopened January 9, 191 1 
Arrangements made for meeting the children 
and conducting them to and from the school. 

Hotel St. Francis 


Under the management of James Woods 

The centre of 
in the city 
that entertains. 


Hot Springs 

One of the world's most curative springs, 
2J4 hours from San Francisco; one of Cali- 
fornia's best hotels and a delightful place for 
rest and recreation. See Southern Pacific In- 
formation Bureau, James Flood Building, any 
S. P. Agent, or Peck-Judab, 789 Market St., 
San Francisco, or 553 S. Spring St., Los An- 
geles, or address manager, Byron Hot Springs, 

Midwinter Golf Tournament 

Feb. 11th to 18th, inclusive 

Hotel del Monte 

The Golfers' Paradise 


Feb. loth and 11th 

Under the .uroices of the DEL MONTE 

Full information upon request of 

H. R. WARNER, Manager, DelJMonte 

Cheater W. Kelley. Special City Representative 

Phooe Keanrj 4013 



"Twel.e Siori« of 
Solid Comfort" 

Building, concrete, 

steel and marble. 
In most fashionable 

shopping district. 
Bound magazines in 

reading room. 
Most refined hostelry 

in Seattle. 
Absolutely fireproof. 

Rates, SI. 50 up 


January 21, 1911: 


California Limited 

Is known to experi- 
enced travelers as the 
nearest approach to the 
ideal yet attained in 
railway transportation. 

It leaves San Fran- 
cisco at 9:00 p. m. 
every day for Chicago, 
going via Kansas City, 
with connection for 

It carries a through 
Pullman sleeper daily 
direct to the Grand 
Canyon of Arizona. 

Jas. B. Duffy, Gen. 
Agent, 673 Market St. 
Phones Kearny 315, 
and J3371. 

Santa Fe 

Toyo Kisen Kaisha 


S. S. Nippon Maru Wednesday, Feb. 8, 1911 

S. S. Chiyo Maru Wednesday, Mar. 8, 1911 

S.S.America Maru. Wednesday, Mar. 29,1911 

Steamers sail from company's piers, Nos. 
42-44, near foot of Second Street, 1 p. m., for 
Yokohama and Hongkong, calling at Honolulu, 
Kobe (Hiogo), Nagasaki and Shanghai, and 
connecting at Hongkong with steamer for Ma- 
nila, India, etc. No cargo received on board 
on day of sailing. 

Round-trip tickets at reduced rates. 

For freight and passage apply at office, 240 
James Flood Building. W. H. AVERY, 

Assistant General Manager. 

Clubbing List. 

By special arrangement with the publishers, 
and by concessions in price on both sides, we 

are enabled to make the following offer, open 

to all subscribers direct to this office. Sub- 
scribers in renewing subscriptions to Eastern 
periodicals will please mention the date of 
expiration in order to avoid mistakes : 

American Boy and Argonaut $ 4.15 

American Magazine and Argonaut 4.45 

Argosy and Argonaut 4.40 

Atlantic Monthly and Argonaut 7.00 

Blackwood's Magazine and Argonaut... 6.20 

Century and Argonaut 7.00 

Commoner and Argonaut 4.10 

Cosmopolitan and Argonaut 4.35 

English Illustrated Magazine and Argo- 
naut 4.70 

Forum and Argonaut 6.00 

Harper's Bazar and Argonaut 4.35 

Harper's Magazine and Argonaut 6.80 

Harper's Weekly and Argonaut 6.80 

House Beautiful and Argonaut 6.00 

International Magazine and Argonaut.. 4.50 

Judge and Argonaut 7.50 

Leslie's Weekly and Argonaut 7.00 

Life and Argonaut 7.75 

Lippincott's Magazine and Argonaut. . . 5.25 

Littell's Living Age and Argonaut 9.00 

Mexican Herald and Argonaut 10.50 

Munsey's Magazine and Argonaut 4.40 

Nineteenth Century and Argonaut 7.25 

North American Review and Argonaut. 6.80 

Out West and Argonaut 5.25 

Overland Monthly and Argonaut 4.50 

Political Science Quarterly and Argo- 
naut 5.90 

Puck and Argonaut 7.75 

Review of Reviews and Argonaut 5.00 

Scribner's Magazine and Argonaut 6.00 

Smart Set and Argonaut 5.25 

St. Nichclas and Argonaut 6.00 

Sunset and Argonaut 4.50 

Theatre Magazine and Argonaut 6.50 

'Thrice-'- -Week New York World (Dem- 
ocrats) and Argonaut 4.25 

Weekly New York Tribune Farmer and 

A -gonaut 4.15 


Yeast — And was he cool in the hour of 
a danger? Crimsonbcak — Well, his feet were! 
— Yonkers Statesman. 

First Cannibal — How did that actor taste? 
Second Cannibal — He was good in certain 
parts. — Columbia Jester. 

"What is your boy learning at college?" "I 
don't know. I can only tell you what he is 
studying." — Springfield Republican. 

Redd — Brown said he had another run of 
hard luck. Greene — Oh, has he got an auto- 
mobile too? — Woman's National Daily. 

"Do you consider it a sin to be rich ?" 
"No ; at the present price of living I consider 
it impossible." — Chicago Record-Herald. 

McCool— What's my bill? Clerk— What 

room? McCool — I slept on the billiard table. 

Clerk — Fifty cents an hour. — Chicago Daily 

He (tired of dodging) — Would you marry a 
one-eyed man ? She — Good gracious, no ! He 
— Then let me carry your umbrella. — Boston 

"How Tillie's clothes hang about her ! 
Why, they don't fit her at all!" "But think 
how much worse she would look if they did !" 
— Meggendorfer Blatter. 

"Uncle has made his will, hasn't he ?" 
"Yes ; what's the next thing on the pro- 
gramme ?" "Why, to get him to consult a 
number of specialists." — Life. 

Towne — Do I understand you to say that 
Spender's case was really a faith cure ? 
Brown — Yes. You see, the doctor and the 
druggist both trusted him. — Medford Drum. 

Friend (sarcastically) — Which one of your 
many bad habits do you think you could man- 
age to give up? Easy One (nettled) — That of 
lending my friends money. — Baltimore Ameri- 

"People who lose their money are always 
complaining to their friends about it." "Non- 
sense. People who lose their money haven't 
any friends left to complain to." — Town 

"What did that woman do when her pet 
dog jumped on you and bit you?" "She gave 
me a very reproachful look," replied Plodding 
Pete, "an' then she ordered the dog's valet 
to give it a bath." — Washington Star. 

"I don't know whether I ought to recognize 
him here in the city or not. Our acquaint- 
ance at the seashore was very slight." "You 
promised to marry him, didn't you?" "Yes, 
but that was all."— -^-Louisville Courier-Journal. 

First New Woman — It is very important to 
get all cooks interested in the suffrage move- 
ment. Second New Woman — Why so? First 
New Woman — Because every cook controls 
two votes — her own and that of her mistress. 

"Darn these automobiles!" said the Kansas 
farmer. "Bother you much?" asked the 
tourist. "I sh'd say so. When a feller sees a 
funnel-shaped cloud comin' down the pike he 
don't know whether to run for the gun or the 
cyclone cellar." — Toledo Blade. 

"That man is about the most tactless per- 
son I have ever known." "I agree with you. 
He would have no more sense than to ask a 
barber to subscribe to a fund for the purpose 
of providing a monument for the inventor of 
the safety razor." — Chicago Record-Herald. 

"Guess I must have been born unlucky." 
"What makes you say that?" "Well, for in- 
stance, I went to a ball game once. There 
were eighteen players on the diamond, fifteen 
or twenty on the benches, 10,000 people in 
the grandstand, 20,000 on the bleachers and — 
the ball hit me." — Toledo Blade. 

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Smith told us, "my husband 
is an enthusiastic archaeologist. And I never 
knew it till yesterday. I found in his desk 
some queer looking tickets with the inscrip- 
tion 'Mudhorse, 8 to 1.' And when I asked 
him what they were, he explained to me that 
they were relics of a lost race. Isn't it inter- 
esting?" — Boston Traveler. 

"Doctor," said the sick man, "I'm afraid 
my nerves are in bad condition." "Oh, no," 
replied the physician, "that's not what is the 
matter with you. The fact that you have 
sent for me after ignoring the statements I've 
been sending you regularly during the past 
year and a half indicates that your nerve's 
all right." — Chicago Record-Herald. 

With the Author's Compliments. 

This is reprinted from a circular calling at- 
tention to a recent volume: 

This little book is printed with black ink 
on white paper, so arranged that one may 
begin at the top of the page, on the left-hand 
side, and read from left to right to the end 
of the line ; drop down to next line (revert- 
ing to left-hand side), and so on to the end. 
It is very convenient. 

The pages are thoughtfully numbered at 
the top. There are wide margins and blank 
fly-leaves, which last may be cut out and 
used for correspondence. Also, if these 

leaves be folded in box-form and secured at 
the four corners with four pins, eggs may be 
cooked in them to perfection. Break your 
eggs in a bowl. Do not put in the shells. 
They are indigestible aud not nutritious. If 
any egg should be spoiled, remove it. Take 
your bowl in your right hand and paper box 
in your left. (If you are left-handed you 
may reverse this.) Place your box on the 
stove with the hollow side up, and simul- 
taneously pour eggs into the box, retaining 
the bowl. Be sure to have a fire in the stove. 

If you put box on stove and do not pour 
in eggs, the box will scorch ; if you pour in 
eggs and do not put box on stove, box will 
degenerate. Season to taste and stir with the 
course of sun. 

Do not eat too fast. After eating wipe your 
lips delicately with a napkin and remove pins 
from box. If you like eggs this way very 
much, publishers will supply you with the 
book in quantities, at wholesale rates. 

Do not eat the box. 

This book also makes an acceptable substi- 
tute for a flatiron-stand. Ask your hardware 
dealer for it. 

This circular is sent out by the author and 
emphatically not by the publishers. 

It is sent only to personal friends and 
strangers. The idea is to arouse your interest 
in papered eggs so you will buy the book. 

"The only thing I find to say against you 
is that your washing bill is far too extrava- 
gant. Last week you had six blouses in the 
wash. Why, Jane, my own daughter never 
sends more than two." "Ah, that may be, 
mum," replied Jane, "but I 'ave to ! Your 
daughter's sweetheart is a bank clerk, while 
my young man is a chimney sweep. It makes 
a difference, mum." — Tit-Bits. 

Gladding, McBean & Co. 




Between New Montgomery and Thud 
Son Francisco, CeJ. 


Established 1850 OF HARTFORD 

Capital $1,000,000 

Surplus to Policyholders 3,050,063 

Total Assets 7,478,446 


Manager Pacific Department 


San Francisco 

Romeike's Press Clipping Bureau 

Will send you all newspaper clippings which 
may appear about you, your friends, or any 
subject on which you want to be "up to date." 

A large force in my New York office reads 
650 daily papers and over 2000 weeklies and 
magazines, in fact, every paper of importance 
published in the United States, for 5000 sub- 
scribers, and, through the European Bureaus, 
all the leading papers in the civilized globe. 

Clippings found for subscribers and pasted 
on slips giving name and date of paper, and 
are mailed day by day. 

Write for circular and terms. 


110 and 112 W. 26th St., New York. 
Branches: London, Paris, Berlin, Sydney. 



Organized by H. W. Dunning, who has 

Young, vigorous, managed by experts with new ideas, reputed as 
offering the best tours in Europe and Oriental Countries. 

CRUISE OF "SIERRA" First cri, ' se to Hawaiian Islands from San Francisco March 

18, 1911. Includes Honolulu, Stupendous Volcano Kilauea, 

Waikiki, day in automobiles, best hotels, receptions, rate covering all expenses. 

Concessions to Lodges, Chambers of Commerce, Groups of friends. Make reservations at once. Visit "The Loveliest 
Fleet of Islands that lie anchored in any ocean." SPECIALTY OF INDEPENDENT TRAVEL. 

1 APAN Tours in March, April, June. Seplem- 
J " rt - Ir **" ber and October. Around the World, 
Westward and Eastward, in Autumn. 

pi IROPF Fift >' s P rirj £ aid Summer tours to 
1jU1XVI *-* Enrope under H. W. DUNNING 
& CO., 14 Beacon St., Boston, Mass. 

^ „„__„_, I 789 Market St- San Francisco, Cal Wm. O. Wark. Gen. Mgr. 

UrrlChO 553 So. Spring St., Los Angeles. Cal. .. E. R. John, Mgr. 

, 69 Fifth St., Portland, Ore. Doraey B. Smith, Mgr. 

Literature sent on request. Mentha the ' Argonaut." 




From New York Jon. 21, 25 ; Feb. 4, 18. 22; and March 11 
20,000-ton STEAMERS. BEST ROUTES. Small .elect Partie. under able leadership 



THOS. COOK AND SON, 689 Market St., San Francisco 

Phone Kearny 3512 

Monadnock Building 

There are two block signals to a mile. 
A block signal costs $500. 
To equip a mile with block signals represents an 
expenditure of $1000. 

Every mile between San Francisco and Chicago 
on the route of the 


represents such an expenditure, or a total of over 
Three Million Dollars to attain the highest in the 
science of railroading and provide you a trip of 





Flood Building 42 Powell St. Palace Hotel 
Market St Ferry Depot 

Broadway and 13th St., Oakland 

"UE „Ry 

The Argonaut. 

Vol. LXVIIL No. 1766. 

San Francisco, January 28, 1911. 

Price Ten Cents 

PUBLISHERS' NOTICE— The Argonaut (title trade-marked) is 
published every week by the Argonaut Publishing Company. Sub- 
scriptions. $4.00 per year; six months, $2.10; three months, $1.10 
payable in advance — postage prepaid. Subscriptions to all foreign 
countries within the Postal Union, $5.00 per year. Sample copies 
free. Single copies, 10 cents. News Dealers and Agents in the 
interior supplied by the San Francisco News Company, 747 Howard 
Street, San Francisco. Subscribers wishing their addresses changed 
should give their old as well as new addresses. The American 
News Company, New York, are agents for the Eastern trade. The 
Argonaut may be ordered from any News Dealer or Postmaster in 
the United States or Europe. Special advertising rates to publishers. 

Address all communications to The Argonaut, 207 Powell Street, 
San Francisco. Make all checks, drafts, postal orders, etc., payable 
to "The Argonaut Publishing Company." 

Entered at the San Francisco postoffice as second-class matter. 

The Argonaut can be obtained in London at the International 
News Co., Breams Building, Chancery Lane; American Newspaper 
and Advertising Agency, Trafalgar Square, Northumberland Ave- 
nue ; and at Daws Steamship Agency, 1 7 Green Street, Leicester 
Square, and can be ordered from any of the news stands of W. H. 
Smith & Son. In Paris, at 37 Avenue de l'Opera. In New York, at 
Brentano's, Fifth Avenue and Twenty-Seventh Street. In Chicago, 
Western News Company. In Washington, at F and Thirteenth Sts. 

The Argonaut is on sale at the Ferry Station, San Francisco, 
by Foster & O'Rear; on the ferryboats of the Key Route system 
by the news agents, and by the Denison News Company on Southern 
Pacific boats and trains. 

Telephone, Kearny 5S95. Publication office, 207 Powell Street. 
GEORGE L. SHOALS, Business Manager. 


ALFRED HOLMAN ------- Editor 


EDITORIAL: Senator Lodge on the "New Devices" — An Ap- 
peal and a Challenge — An Amazing Inconsistency — An 
Eastern Segregation ^Pjoblenr^The Brag and the Per- 
formance — Will San Francisco Get the Fair? — Before 
and After — Editorial Notes 49-51 

THE COSMOPOLITAN. By George L. Shoals 52 

OLD FAVORITES: "The Ballad of Sweet P." by Virginia 

Woodward Cloud 52 

IN THE CAUSE OF SUFFRAGE: New York Society in His- 
torical Tableaux. By Sidney G. P. Coryn 53 

INDIVIDUALITIES: Notes about Prominent People All over 

the World 53 

IN GOLD FROG GULCH: The End of a Son's Search. By 

Olive E. Talbert 54 


the Great Russian Novelist 55 

THE LATEST BOOKS: Reviews and Criticism — Gossip of 

Books and Authors — New Books Received 56-57 

DRAMA: "The Chocolate Soldier." By Josephine Hart 

Phelps 58 

Cl ; RRENT VERSE: "Away," by Edwin Davies Schoonmaker; 
"The Message of Age," by Fredegond Maitland; "Ad 
Finem," by Theodosia Garrison; "The Weaver," by 
S. J. Alexander 58 


VANITY FAIR: Mutilation by Hatpin— Queen Mary's Knit- 
ting — American Ladies at the German Court — New Invita- 
tions to White House Festivities 60 

STORYETTES: Grave and Gay, Epigrammatic and Otherwise 61 


PERSONAL: Notes and Gossip — Movements and Where- 
abouts 62-63 

RURAL DELIGHTS: An Old Letter from Josh Billings 63 

THE ALLEGED HUMORISTS: Paragraphs Ground Out by 

the Dismal Wits of the Day 64 

Senator Lodge on the "New Devices." 
The reelection of Senator Lodge of Massachusetts, 
after a struggle the like of which Massachusetts has 
not seen in her recent legislative history, gives special 
interest to certain opinions declared by Mr. Lodge in 
an address at Boston a few days before the final vote 
was taken. "Representative government and popular 
freedom through history have gone hand in hand," said 
Mr. Lodge. "They go hand in hand today in those 
countries which are taking the first painful steps 
toward a larger liberty. The first care of every despot 
has been to emasculate or destroy representative gov- 
ernment. Where representative government has per- 
ished, political freedom has not long survived." 

Proceeding from this basis Senator Lodge declared 
that he had twice voted against a proposal to- elect 
senators by popular vote. He had, he said, agreed 
with the position taken by his former associate, Sena- 
tor Hoar, on this question. Nothing in the history of 
American politics has indicated to him that the founders 
of the republic made a mistake in the manner of elect- 
ing senators. Proceeding to the initiative and referen- 
dum, Mr. Lodge declared his belief in the ancient right 
of petition, which has "always proved an efficient form 
of initiative." The referendum he thought a proper 

device at times when it is needed. The practice in 
Massachusetts, which permits the legislature in its dis- 
cretion to resort to the referendum, he thought a good 
one. A compulsory initiative and compulsory refer- 
endum, he declared, "would sap the very foundations 
of representative government." 

Here are the opinions of a traditional Republican, 
opinions founded upon study of the history of his 
country and of other countries, seasoned by twenty- 
four years of experience in responsible public life. 
They are well worth the attention of those who have 
not gone deeply into the study of new political de- 
vices, and who perhaps have listened too sympathetically 
to the shallow chatterings of political tinkerers. 

We scarcely know which, regarded as a spectacle, is 
the more edifying — a statesman setting forth boldly con- 
servative convictions and opinions even in the teeth of a 
furious contest over his seat in the Senate, or a State 
legislature rising above considerations urged upon it by 
wild-eyed "insurgents" and guiding its course by the 
fixed lights of high tradition. Both are worthy; both 
are significant. It is much that there remains in the 
public life of the country a statesman who values his 
integrity above office, and a State legislature which 
appreciates dignity above demagogy. 

An Appeal and a Challenge. 

L T nder ordinary circumstances the -Argonaut does not 
feel called upon to collect and print the news of the 
day. That is a function which, it would seem, ought 
to be performed by the several daily journals of San 
Francisco which pretend to make a specialty of it. 
But sometimes the Argonaut is forced to step into the 
news field, because those who assume to cover it are 
faithless to its requirements. Dereliction is most fre- 
quently to be found in relations to matters affecting 
organized labor, for the simple reason that the 
Chronicle, the Examiner, the Call, the Post, and the 
lesser evening sheets are afraid to print the truth with 
respect to labor matters. Cowardice leads them either 
to minimize facts and circumstances as they reflect upon 
organized labor, or omit mention of them altogether. 
A case in point was that of the strike of the taxicab 
drivers a few weeks ago. The fight was won hands 
down by the cab companies, the strikers being beaten 
at every point. But no adequate report of the facts 
appeared in any daily newspaper. All were afraid to 
"handle" a matter of universal interest because there 
was in it the possibility of offense down the labor 
union line. 

Another more important instance just now presents 
itself. On the 17th instant Mr. William L. Gerstle, in 
retiring from the presidency of the San Francisco 
Chamber of Commerce, read before the chamber a re- 
port in the form of an address. The daily newspapers 
in pretending to report this incident dwelt upon its com- 
plimentary and other phases, but omitted to give in its 
integrity that part of Mr. Gerstle's remarks which 
bears most significantly upon the welfare of the city. 
Here is what Mr. Gerstle said : 

It would please me very much to be able to say that the 
manufactures of San Francisco have increased, but I think it 
is evident to everybody that the contrary is a fact. Since 
our fire in 1906 our manufactures have decreased year by 
year, and today we have but 30 per cent of what we had four 
years ago. We have the harbor, the climate, transportation 
facilities, capital, and cheap fuel — in fact, everything requisite 
to a manufacturing city; but as against this the cost of manu- 
facturing is so higli that we can not compete with neighboring 
communities. Everything is on a competitive basis excepting 
labor, and this is due to the fact that we have not had the 
courage in San Francisco to enforce the open-shop principle 
which prevails in our competitive cities. So long as we 
suffer from this handicap we can not hope to be a great 
manufacturing city, and without manufactures we are merely 
jobbers handling the products manufactured elsewhere on a 
small commission basis. I have long urged that our manu- 
facturers and merchants take a strong stand on the question 
of the open shop. 

In making this statement I am not criticizing union 

labor. They have their rights and are an element of 
great good, but I do not admit that they are the only 
people with the right to earn a living. Unorganized labor 
has equal rights, and the price of labor should be regulated 
like everything else by supply and demand. In making this 
statement I am not advocating any new principles, but I am 
stating in words what everybody thinks, and though this may 
not meet with unanimous approval, I feel that this organiza- 
tion is big enough and strong enough to have the courage 
to state plainly, without disguise, what its feelings in the 
matter are. 

Many have told me that we can not have open shop 
in San Francisco, but I am not ready to admit that. I 
have entirely too much faith in San Francisco to believe 
that we are willing to submit to anything which is contrary 
to American principles and which our good judgment tells us 
is wrong. After our fire many people said that San Fran- 
cisco could not be rebuilt, and it certainly did look like a hope- 
less task, but we have done so, and we have astonished the 
world. With such a spirit as was displayed in rebuilding 
San Francisco we certainly should be able to inaugurate a 
reform in our present labor conditions. All it requires is 
united action and the battle is won. We must get together 
and stay together, in a spirit of loyalty to each other which 
would not permit any one to take advantage of the misfor- 
tunes of another. That that can take place is not the dream 
of an enthusiast blind to the difficulties of bringing about 
these ideal conditions, for I fully realize that it is not easy. 
However, it is possible, and sooner or later we must make the 

Why not do it now? Otherwise, all the money and 
energy spent on rebuilding San Francisco is practically wasted. 
It would have been far better to have saved what we could 
out of the wreck and moved to some other community. Port- 
land and Los Angeles have both enforced the open shop, and 
though like the ostrich we may put our heads in the sand 
and thereby not see what is staring every one else in the 
face, it is a fact that both of these cities, due to their courage 
in working under open-shop principles, are growing day by 
day in manufacturing importance, while we sit idly by and 
allow them to take our trade away. It requires leadership 
to bring about these results, and I know of no better medium 
than the Chamber of Commerce of San Francisco. 

Although the daily newspapers did not print Mr. 
Gerstle's remarks, they were so reported by word of 
mouth as to reach certain leaders of unionism in attend- 
ance upon the State Building Trades Convention at 
San Rafael. Mr. Andrew • Gallagher, secretary of the 
San Francisco Labor Council, commenting upon Mr. 
Gerstle's remarks, said: 

I have definite information that certain parties in San 
Francisco are preparing to start a fight for the open shop. 
Organized labor, I can safely say, will put its shoulder to the 
wheel to make the fight of its life. If this struggle 'is brought 
upon us, when the smoke of battle is cleared away some of 
the people who forced it will be found to have been wiped 

Still more insolent was the comment of Mr. O. A. 
Tveitmoe, who said : 

If Gerstle is reported correctly, I answer that if they want 
a fight we will give it to them. If the bankers try to fight 
us by tying up the money of union men we will break them. 
If they withhold credit from union contractors and union 
supporters we will fight them to the finish. We will have a 
line of union depositors that will break every bank in San 

Here we have a most interesting presentment. The 
president of the Chamber of Commerce, noting the 
decline of industry in San Francisco and seeing in it an 
effect of the inordinate demands of labor under union- 
ism, suggests that the industry of San Francisco 
be established under the open-shop system, a system 
which prevails at Los Angeles. Portland, and other 
cities with which San Francisco stands in general 
rivalry. He puts the matter argumentativelv and 
courteously. The leaders of organized labor on their 
part burst out into fury. One would "wipe out" what- 
ever forces of industry, capital, or commerce should 
undertake to establish the open shop. Another, by 
forcing withdrawals, would "break every bank in San 

If there is moderation, reason, the spirit of fair 
play, in these overseers of organized labor they 
make no presentment of it. They make no attempt 
to meet the arguments of Mr. Gerstle. Their resort is 
to threats and to the terror which threats ma' i 



January 28, 1911. 

They will "wipe out," they will "break" — they will de- 
stroy whoever opposes them. This is the one idea of 
aggressive labor unionism. We have seen how it 
works out in Colorado in a dozen exploded mines and 
in scores of murders. We have seen how it works out 
in Idaho in unnumbered outrages and crimes. We 
have seen only recently how it works out in Los An- 
geles in the blow-up of the Times office, involving a 
wholesale slaughter of non-union men. 

And so if San Francisco in her wisdom shall attempt 
to remodel her industrial policy — if those who employ 
labor shall decide to open their doors to all comers 
upon equal terms — they must face organized labor 
armed, resentful, insolent, and determined to punish in- 
dependence by a warfare of destruction ! When things 
get into this shape — when there exists an element claim- 
ing the powers and assuming the right to destroy who- 
ever and whatever does not approve — or knock under to 
— its schemes and methods, then is a good time to find 
out whether this is a free country or if we are living 
under a tyranny. For one, the Argonaut would like to 
see the matter brought to an issue; it would like to 
know if Mr. Gallagher has any power to "wipe out" 
all forces of resistance to social aggression in San Fran- 
cisco. It would like to know if Mr. Tveitmoe has 
the power to "break every bank in San Francisco." If 
yes, then the Argonaut would like to go elsewhere — 
seek a community in which the forces of civilization 
are not overmastered by the forces of anarchy. But it 
does not expect to be compelled to move on. It does 
not take the Gallaghers and Tveitmoes seriously, be- 
cause it has observed that they are only blusterers and 
braggarts without the powers of which they boast. 

Mr. Gerstle, we think, deserves commendation for de- 
claring from a responsible platform and without reserva- 
tion sentiments held by every intelligent and patriotic 
man in San Francisco. There is no doubt about the 
facts. The metal industries, once so important here, 
are gone; they have been destroyed by labor unionism. 
Building is 40 per cent higher than it ought to be, 
through the conditions imposed by labor unionism. 
Xot only industry but general business is suffering — 
in some instances suffering to the point of collapse — 
because of the hard rule which unionism is enforcing 
in San Francisco. Our youth grows up -without oppor- 
tunity to learn trades, without the incentive to labor, 
the discipline labor yields, because of the limitations 
upon the apprentice system imposed by unionism. 
If things go on as they are going, it will be 
no great while until San Francisco shall have lost 
her place and her character — until there will be 
here only the memory of what was once a great and 
self-respecting community. Mr. Gerstle sees the facts 
clearly; he states them not too positively or boldly. 
His appeal ought to be heeded — heeded none the less 
because of the insolent pretensions and criminal threats 
of those who represent organized labor in its aggres- 
sive and anarchistic forms. 

An Amazing Inconsistency. 

If anything were needed to demonstrate the incon- 
sistency of those sentimental conservationists who are 
hounding Secretary BalKnger, it could be found in 
the speech of Mr. Fletcher of Florida in the Senate 
on Thursday last. Mr. Fletcher, graciously disclaim- 
ing any charge of "criminal guilt," proceeds to arraign 
Secretary Ballinger upon "his own testimony." Con- 
tinuing, Mr. Fletcher declares that "responsible func- 
tions appear to have been placed with subordinates and 
employees. There has been found lacking the constant 
presence of a guiding, directing, forceful head," etc. 
And again, "but for a few subordinates who have had 
experience, there would be demoralization in the de- 
partment, and there now appear thousands of cases 
which have been pending for years," etc. 

This grave indictment, if you please, comes from 
one who represents a plan to enormously expand the 
responsibilities of the government, and particularly of 
the Department of the Interior, by taking over the 
direct ownership and direct administration of such 
"natural resources" as are not already appropriated. 
Mr. Fletcher now complains that "responsible func- 
tions" are "placed with subordinates and employees." 
He appears unable to see that this evil must inevitably 
be increased enormously by the scheme of the ultra- 
conser. ators. There would be no other way, for nei- 
ther the President, who is nominally responsible, nor 
the ? cretary of the Interior, who is actually respon- 
'1 le. ould possibly give to the details of administra- 
-. auy attention whatever. If not the greatest, at 

least one of the very important objections to the con- 
servation scheme as proposed by Fletcher, Pinchot, 
et al.j is that it would literally fill up the country with 
a multitude of petty bureaucrats — creatures of the 
Glavis type — representing the authority of the govern- 
ment without the experience or judgment essential to 
administration of important concerns. The evils 
against which Mr. Fletcher rails are very real ; they pro- 
ceed in the nature of things from the character of our 
system, and are not to be remedied until we shall have 
learned a higher wisdom in organization. Most cer- 
tainly the}' are not to be corrected by immensely aug- 
menting the responsibilities of the Interior Depart- 
ment, involving the employment of increased numbers 
of bureaucratic underlings. 

Mr. Fletcher's remark that but for a few subordi- 
nates who have had experience there would be de- 
moralization in the Interior Department is an indict- 
ment which applies to every* department of the govern- 
ment, even to that honorable body, the Senate, of 
which Mr. Fletcher is a member. Government is 
serious business, calling for continuity of purpose and 
continuity of method. Under our system, changing 
almost certainly every four years and very much more 
frequently in the several departments, confusion would 
quickly lead to disaster but for that permanent group 
of specialists which has grown up in every depart- 
ment. It is no fair indictment against Secretary Bal- 
linger that but for the aid of experienced and trained 
assistants his department would fail in its respons- 
bilities. So would every department of the govern- 
ment fail. And so would every business fail if at 
recurrent four-year periods or less there had to be a 
clean sweep of experience and trained capability with 
the introduction of new and inexpert hands. 

An Eastern Segregation Problem. 

In the town of Flushing, Long Island, there is a 
public school population of 6000, of which approxi- 
mately 500 are the children of negroes. Since time out 
of mind, until sorne few years back, there was main- 
tained a special school — the Lincoln — for black chil- 
dren. It was convenient to the negro quarter, and 
had a better equipment than either of the other 
public schools in the town. The significant differ- 
ence was that black teachers were employed and 
black children only admitted. This arrangement was 
satisfactory to everybody, until Colonel Theodore 
Roosevelt, when governor of New York, conceived the 
idea of coddling the negro vote by abolishing special 
negro schools and admitting colored children into the 
general public schools. The school authorities at 
Flushing, who had satisfactorily solved their own local 
problem, reluctantly obeyed the law, but it has never 
worked to the public satisfaction. The negroes, indeed, 
liked the new law because it was a sop to pride and 
vanity. They were pleased with the idea that their 
children should sit alongside of white children and that 
they should be taught by white teachers, and even 
while themselves discrediting and despising the colored 
teachers, they were delighted to see these teachers 
placed in charge of classes of white children. But the 
white people of Flushing, almost without exception, 
have resented the law as enforcing a social mix-up not 
desirable from any point of view. Many, indeed, car- 
ried their resentment in the matter to the extent of 
withdrawing their children from the public schools and 
sending them to private institutions, notably a school 
in Flushing maintained by the Catholic Church. 

Sentiment against the anti-segregation law, always 
strong in Flushing, was made tense last week by an 
incident in one of the grammar schools. Among the 
fads of the time is a dancing exercise in which the 
children are all required to participate. When it came 
to assignment of partners one day last week in the 
Lincoln school, the teacher gave a twelve-year-old 
white girl the choice of dancing for half an hour with 
a negro boy, or being sent in disgrace to the principal's 
office. This little girl had been brought up in an ordi- 
nary American household, and had imbibed the ideas 
universally held by the white race. She objected to 
dancing with the negro lad, but did so under pressure 
of authority, and when she reached home a little later 
was hysterical with the emotion and fright of the ex- 

This incident has literally called Flushing to arms. 
A public meeting, attended by the leading men of the 
town, in indignant terms censured the teacher who had 
forced the little girl to dance with the negro, and passed 
resolutions of protest and resentment against the anti- 

segregation law. A committee, made up of a promi- 
nent judge, a member of the school board, and the 
editor of the leading Flushing newspaper, was ap- 
pointed to arrange a campaign for return to the system 
of segregated schools. It was emphatically declared to 
be the wish of the people of Flushing to give to negro 
children opportunities for knowledge identical with 
those given to white children. But the demand is for 
separation of white children from black children upon 
the theory that association is repugnant and harmful, 
that although now enforced for several years, it has 
resulted in no benefit to anybody. 

The common sense of the country, we think, will 
sustain the demand of the people of Flushing for the 
right to order their school affairs after their own 
ideas. And certainly nobody outside the game of poli- 
tics wants to see any social or other species of mix-up 
between the white and the black races. Incidentally 
it may be added that the people of Flushing are now 
in a position to understand the feeling of the people 
of San Francisco when four years ago Mr. Roosevelt, 
by imprudently meddling in affairs which did not con- 
cern him, enforced upon us a school regulation which 
has never ceased to be an offense, an irritation, and an 
injury. , 

The Brag and the Performance. 

In a campaign of unprecedented length and fury Mr. 
Hiram Johnson went up and down California declaim- 
ing against the powers and practices of the Republican 
organization. Mr. Johnson asked the people to trust 
him with the governorship to the end of exorcising 
gross wrongs — of thrusting out what was evil, and 
installing what is good. Upon the basis of his high 
pretensions and in response to his fervid appeals, the 
governorship was bestowed upon Mr. Johnson. He is 
the governor of California, with the powers of that 
high office in his hands. Those who supported him 
as a champion of moral standards and ideals in politics 
have the right to expect from Mr. Johnson a strict de- 
votion to the principles. so loudly professed in the cam- 
paign. All men have a right to judge him by the 
way his conduct matches with his pretensions. 

Already we have seen a difference between the brag 
and the performance. Mr. Johnson, in his preelection 
campaign, was for bringing government "closer to the 
people." But in his inaugural address he proposed 
nothing less than the wiping out of pretty much the 
whole elective official list, with the filling of the places 
vacated by appointment at the hands of the governor. 
In his campaign Mr. Johnson was for political purity 
— for a legislature unbossed and uninfluenced. Yet 
we see at Sacramento a legislature so completely under 
the whip of executive authority that it stupidly waits 
for instructions before proceeding to the business for 
which it came together. In his campaign Mr. John- 
son was for "the people's choice" for senator. But we 
have seen his chief political agent with his approval 
drive the legislature into the election of his own fac- 
tional candidate, against the spirit and the letter of the 
law, the man being repugnant individually to the mem- 
bers of the legislature. In his campaign Mr. Johnson 
was furiously opposed to everything wearing the look 
of political calculation or intrigue. But as governor 
Mr. Johnson is devising and enforcing ways and means 
to throw out of office for one reason or another, men 
whom he chances personally to dislike, and for the 
sake of making places for his adherents and followers. 

The case of Alden Anderson, superintendent of banks, 
is in point. Mr. Anderson has served the public in 
various official posts, and always with high credit and 
distinction. He has been a member of the legislature; 
he has been speaker of the house of representatives; 
he has been lieutenant-governor and acting governor 
of the State. He is now superintendent of banks, not 
uecause he sought or desired that office, but because he 
was urged to take it as a matter of duty. He gave up 
a position of greater emolument to accept this respon- 
sibility at the request of the governor of the State. 
That he has carried himself with high efficiency- in his 
office — this is the testimony of all who have knowledge 
of his work. But the superintendent of banks is, from 
the standpoint of the politician, a fine office, for it 
pays a salary of ten thousand dollars per year, and it 
carries with it the appointment of some ten or fifteen 
assistants. Mr. Anderson does not belong to the polit- 
ical faction represented by Mr. Johnson. Further- 
more Mr. Anderson was a candidate for governor 
favored by the late Republican organization in the last 
primary election, in opposition to Mr. Johnson. 
.Now we see Mr. Johnson plotting and devising to 

January 28, 1911. 



get this office away from Mr. Anderson for the sake, 
first, of wreaking a personal resentment, and second, 
for the sake of getting the patronage of the office for 
his own party faction. The case is beyond the power 
of the governor, since the superintendent of banks holds 
for a fixed period, and is not subject to dismissal by 
the governor. But the banking law was made by the 
legislature, and it may be unmade by the same au- 
thority. And so, turning to a subservient legislature, 
Mr. Johnson is causing the act which created and sus- 
tains the office of superintendent of banks to be re- 
pealed, not to the end of getting a better law, but to 
the end of putting out of office a man whom it pleases 
Mr. Johnson to dislike. The legislature is going 
through the cheap and vulgar farce of nullifying a law 
only to reenact it, in order that Mr. Hiram Johnson, 
governor of California, may in the period between nul- 
lification and reenactment put a man of his own choice 
into the place now held by Mr. Anderson. 

Men and brethren, reformers and regulars, how does 
all this square with the high pretensions upon which 
Mr. Johnson appealed in his campaign for the gov- 
ernorship of California? Was there ever anything in 
the career of the old organization, which 'Mr. Johnson 
has affected so to despise for its sins, as "raw" and 
gross as this procedure? Were the powers of the 
governor's office ever more arbitrarily or shamelessly 
employed than in whipping a subservient legislature 
into the commission of a shameless and petty act of 
malice and revenge? Was there ever anything in poli- 
tics or out of it done in the name of high moral pur- 
pose more deserving of the contempt of sincere and 
honorable men? t 

Will San Francisco Get the Fair ? 

Will San Francisco get the fair? This question is 
on every tongue as the Argonaut goes to press on 
Wednesday. Possibly it may be answered by action 
of Congress even before this writing comes to the eye 
of its readers. 

Will San Francisco get the fair? There are many 
grounds for hope. The logic of the contention is all 
for San Francisco. The larger proprieties point to 
the city of the Pacific Coast rather than to the city 
of the Gulf. The "money talk" shouts for San Fran- 
cisco. Considerations of climate — these likewise are 
for San Francisco. But — the claims of New Orleans 
are supported by the Solid South. There is no break 
in the representation from below the Mason-and-Dixon 
line, while there is no such conspiracy of friendship, 
no such solidity of voting strength, no such coordina- 
tion of forces in the representation of the North and 
West. Those who have presented our appeal have not 
sought to organize a sectional fight. Even though the 
sectional line has been drawn against us, they have not 
made any effort to emphasize it to our advantage — and 

Under ordinary circumstances, with the sectional line 
drawn by the South, the North and the West would be 
for San Francisco, but there are reasons in this in- 
stance why it may not be so. Let us calmly look at 
the facts. In the framing of the Payne-Aldrich tariff 
bill last year California had not only the attention but 
the consistent friendship of the Republican majority in 
Congress. In no item of the new tariff did California 
suffer any loss; in many items she made substantial 
gains. Now how has California recognized this 
friendly and favorable course on the part of the Repub- 
lican majority in Congress? First, when the State Re- 
publican Convention met it passed a vote of censure 
upon this very tariff legislation so favorable to Cali- 
fornia. From this act of stupidity and ingratitude the 
convention proceeded to put an affront upon the head 
of the party, likewise the friend of California, Presi- 
dent Taft. The next act was the turning down of a 
Republican member of Congress who had won respect 
and consideration at Washington and the putting in 
his place of a long-haired political nondescript aggres- 
sively unfriendly to every personal force at Washing- 
ton which had exerted itself in behalf of our interests. 
Another affront was the election to the governorship 
of a noisy agitator, one who glories in a radical in- 
surgency, and one who has openly declared himself an 
enemy of the Republican organization at home, and of 
the ideas and standards embodied in the national ad- 
ministration. The next step in this fine scheme of 
conciliation was the election to the Senate of another 
political nondescript, one who though elected by Re- 
publican votes disclaims party responsibility and offen- 
sively announces his enmity to the policies for which 
the President and the Republican majority stand. 

But this is not all. When a committee went on to 
Washington to present our cause it had among its mem- 
bers a figure not only grotesque from the political 
standpoint, but from every other standpoint — no other, 
indeed, than Patrick H. McCarthy, mayor of San 
Francisco by the grace of the aggressive labor union 
vote, combined with the slum vote, still further sup- 
ported by a conspiracy of selfishness and quasi-crimi- 
nality. Whatever mild interest was felt at Washington 
with respect to this political curio was speedily suc- 
ceeded by amazement and disgust when the mayor, in 
a public address, asked for votes "in the name of the 
city of San Francisco, of which I have the honor to be 
the mayor, and of the greatest labor organization in 
the world, the Building Trades Council of San Fran- 
cisco, of which I have the honor to be the president" — 
or phrases to this effect. The effect of this invitation 
may well be conceived by those who understand the 
sensibilities of civilized men. 

Now, will San Francisco get the fair? The Argo- 
naut does not know, but in spite of all it has the temerity 
to hope. But if San Francisco shall not get the fair, 
the reason will not be far to seek. 

Before and After. 
It ought not to be necessary to remind gentlemen 
who loudly advertise themselves as the purest and best 
among us that those who contend for principle ought 
in consistency — even in common honesty — to stand by 
principle. In the late campaign Mr. Johnson stood 
noisily for "clean politics." We have already proof of 
the quality of his sincerity in what he has done in the 
matter of official patronage and in the way of bossing 
the legislature. The Lincoln-Roosevelt League stood 
for the direct primary as representing the "will of the 
people." We have seen, in the election of its candidate 
to the Senate under whip and spur against both the 
spirit and the letter of the primary law, what respect 
it has for its own consistency. And now we have an 
equally interesting demonstration in the attitude of the 
Fresno Republican towards one of the results of the 
last election under the referendum. The Republican 
has stood foremost among all the journals of the State 
for the Initiative and the Referendum, urging them 
upon the legislature, rejoicing in their adoption. Now, 
in a recent utterance of that journal with respect to the 
vote by the people of $18,000,000 for roads, we read: 

The only roads anybody wants are local roads. And the 
people of California have foolishly voted $18,000,000 of road 
money, which they have forbidden to be expended for 
local roads. By the vote of the people of California this 
money is required to be wasted. By irrepealable law it is 
forbidden to be used for any useful purpose. * * * The new 
State roads will lead nowhere except where it is already 
cheaper, easier, and quicker to go by railroad. 

And a little further on we read : 

This is what the people voted, and the people are sovereign. 
But it is foolish, extravagant and useless. We really believe 
that if this legislature should somehow veto their referen- 
dum by obstructing all operations under it * * * the people 
would stand for it and in the long run be glad. 

So ho ! Here we have from the prophet of the holy 
Referendum a suggestion that the legislature "somehow 
find a way to veto" the results of this same referendum. 

Of course, this utterance could not possibly have 
come from the personal pen of our good friend, the 
editor of the Republican. This article must have been 
the work of some indiscreet underling, done perhaps 
while the good Rowell was at Sacramento engaged in 
the sanctified work of whipping-in the legislature for 
his friend Works, who wasn't elected in the primary, 
as against the man who was elected. Or, possibly, 
while he was again in Sacramento legging for the sec- 
retaryship of the Board of Examiners for his late "asso- 
ciate," the pure and worthy Pillsbury. 

Editorial Notes. 
The proposed increase in the number of superior 
judges in San Francisco from twelve to sixteen is 
neither in the interest of efficiency nor economy. There 
is involved in it — and this is its real purpose — the op- 
portunity for Governor Johnson to name four new 
judges — four others, it is to be presumed, of the type of 
Lawlor and Dunne. A measure, if it were possible 
to devise one, that would secure competence with a 
decent regard for the obligations of an official oath, 
is vastly more needed than a bill providing for new 
courts at an annual cost, reckoning all elements of 
expense, of not less than $50,000 per year. 

The dismissal of Judge Slack from the Board of 
Regents of the State University is by no means the 

only circumstance which illustrates the dominating in- 
fluence of the so-called graft prosecution with the new 
administration at Sacramento. Mr. Fred G. Sanborn, 
the new appointee to the fish and game commission, is 
none other than the Fred G. Sanborn, member of 
the grand jury of three years ago which brought 
criminal indictments right and left, in wholesale or job 
lots, against persons, innocent or guilty, whom Mr. 
Spreckels's representatives saw fit to present for "pun- 
ishment." Of all these so-called graft indictments, 
running into the hundreds, only one has thus far been 
sustained by conviction. Trials indeed there have 
been enough to keep San Francisco in a state of con- 
fusion bordering on civil war and to discredit it widely 
throughout the world — and out of all these only one 
conviction. A grand juryman sufficiently subservient 
to accept the prosecution programme in its vagaries 
should naturally be a handy agent in connection with 
the fish and game commission. 

The late Senator Elkins, or "Steve" Elkins, as he 
was known especially in the Southwest, had an event- 
ful and even romantic life. Born in Ohio, educated 
in the University of Missouri, he went while still a 
very young man to New Mexico, where he took an 
immediate and important part in territorial politics. 
He was a member of the territorial legislature in 
1864-5; later territorial district attorney, and then 
attorney-general in 1868-9; he was United States dis- 
trict attorney in 1870-2. He was territorial delegate 
to the Forty-Third and Forty-Fourth Congresses. In 
1877 he moved to West Virginia and engaged in coal 
mining, where he acquired a great fortune. In the 
House of Representatives Mr. Elkins became personally 
intimate with Mr. Blaine, a Republican leader, and in 
1884 he was an active and devoted friend of Mr. 
Blaine's, thus acquiring prominence in national affairs. 
He became, indeed, the first and foremost of the 
"Blaine men," until in 1891 he was invited into the 
Cabinet as Secretary of War by President Harrison. 
His selection was considered a shrewd move by Har- 
rison to draw from Blaine a powerful factor of his old 
following. Elkins served the Harrison administration 
loyally and was an ardent supporter of Harrison's 
losing campaign for reelection. In 1894 Mr. Elkins 
was elected senator from West Virginia, and continu- 
ously held that post until his death. 

We can see no reason why Dr. Jordan should now 
revivify the miserable Ross incident. No possible 
good can come of it and much possible harm — harm to 
the university which had the misfortune to have a fool 
and a knave in its faculty, harm to President Jordan, 
who was so indiscreet as to be on both sides of a per- 
sonal issue and to have left documentary evidence of 
that fact in the hands of Professor Ross. The uni- 
versity was entirely right in getting rid of Ross, but 
the way of doing it was most stupid and most mis- 
chievous. Ross was afforded an opportunity which 
he has never in all these years ceased to use 
for all it is worth, of posing as a martyr to the 
cause of free thought and free speech. The case is 
one which on its face stands to the discredit of the 
university, and which it requires understanding and 
therefore explanation to justify. In every such case 
the advantage is with the party of the first part, and 
in this instance Stanford University is the party of 
the second part. Now, by summoning this ghost Dr. 
Jordan will surely bring out a statement in rebuttal 
from Professor Ross. That worthy will again pre- 
sent himself to the country, not merely as a man de- 
posed for his opinions, but as one persecuted and 
defamed after lapse of years. The university will be 
put upon the defensive in another long-drawn-out dis- 
cussion of matters in which nobody now has any in- 
terest. If Dr. Jordan would stay at home a little while 
he would learn that there are newer problems at Stan- 
ford, other objects upon which his own energies and 
those of the friends of the university might more profit- 
ably be expended. 


Twelve conspirators were executed in Tokyo this . 
week, one of them a woman. They had been convicted 
of plotting against the lives of the imperial family. 
It has been asserted by Americans who assumed from a 
more or less intimate knowledge of the Japanese at 
home, that anarchists or the rabid type of Socialists 
would never be known in Japan, as the Mikado was 
reverenced as a spiritual head of the nation as well as 
the temporal ruler. When the first accounts of the con- 
spiracy were published the news was discounted for this 
reason. It appears now that the divinity t' 
throne is no longer a restraining power wi 


January 28, 1910. 


In all English-speaking countries the tercentenary of the 
authorized version of the Bible, the revision of earlier ver- 
sions that was made at the suggestion of King James I of 
England, will be celebrated this year. In Great Britain, 
March 26 has been chosen as the date for special services in 
commemoration of the work that for three hundred years 
has been a monument of literary skill in style, diction, and 
forcibleness of expression. In Canada the celebrations will 
take place in February, and in the United States during the 
week following April 23. The Bible is still by all odds the 
book most frequently reprinted and having the largest sale. 
Millions of copies are produced every year, and the demand 
increases steadily. The revised version of the last century has 
never taken the place of the King James version to any con- 
siderable extent. Those old scholars wrote "better than they 

Since the signing of the treaty of San Stefano, between 
Russia and Turkey, on March 3, 1S7S, there has been no war 
in Europe, except for the scarcely significant embroilments 
of Servia and Bulgaria and Turkey and Greece. Thirty-three 
years of peace the great nations have known, yet they have 
paid out during that time for the maintenance of their military 
establishments an amount beyond imagining — twenty-nine 
billion dollars in the aggregate. And the people who will 
be ordered to fight in the ranks should a war break out have 
earned and given up that money in taxes. G. K. Chesterton 
in a recent essay points out the fact that wars come not from 
hate but from love — love of country, or love of religion, or 
love of glory. When men make up their minds to refuse 
to go away from home to be shot there will be no more need 
for big guns. One might suppose that would be one of the 
first objects of a general referendum. But it would not be. 

There are many things that go to make true eloquence, 
the speech that stirs uplifting emotion — sincerity, simplicity, 
the felicitous choice of words, the cadence of phrase and 
sentence, and above all, the nobility of the thought that shines 
in every period- There have been masters of the art in 
every age, and from the earliest days the passages that have 
charmed and inspired have been preserved, even when the 
causes that brought them into being have been forgotten. 
Such examples are the most forceful, most fruitful part of 
literature. Fortunately, the present time is not without its 
contributions to the famous scrolls. From the address made 
by Senator Henry Cabot Lodge a few days ago in Boston 
the following paragraphs are chosen as worthy, not merely 
of their speaker and his theme, but of the spirit which flickers 
or flames in the hearts of every lover of his country and his 
home. It is a tribute that will take its place with many others 
of true eloquence from the sons of the same commonwealth : 

Whatever my shortcomings, I have cherished with rever- 
ence the dignity and traditions of the great office which I 
hold. I have never suffered them to be lowered. I will not 
drag them through the mire of personal controversy or soil 
them with the rancor of personal altercation for any reward 
that can be offered to me. I received from my predecessors 
the great traditions of the senatorship of Massachusetts as a 
sacred tiust, and they shall remain in my hands or pass from 
me to my successor unstained, untainted, unimpaired. I 
would at least have the people of Massachusetts able to say 
of me that 

I nothing common did or mean 

Upon that memorable scene. 

I am a senator of the United States. My first allegiance 
as an American is to the great nation founded, built up, pre- 
served by heroic sacrifices and untold treasure. My first 
loyalty is to that bright flag in which the stars glitter and to 
which we bare our heads in homage as it floats above our sol- 
diers and our sailors, and the sight of which dims our eyes 
and chokes our throats when we see it in a foreign land. 

But I am also a senator from Massachusetts, and that last 
word touches the chords of memory with tender hand and 
moves the heart of all to whom it speaks of home. I was 
born and bred in Massachusetts. I love every inch of the 
old State, from the rocks of Essex and the glittering sands 
of the Cape to the fair valley of the Connecticut and the 
wooded Berkshire hills. Here my people have lived before 
me since the days of the Massachusetts Bay Company. They 
lie at rest in the graveyards of Essex, on Boston common, 
beneath the shadow of Park Street Church. Here I have 
lived all my life. Here my dead are buried. Here I hope 
and pray my children and my children's children will always 
live and serve the State in peace or war as best they may. 

To this love I add the deep gratitude I feel to the people 
of Massachusetts for the confidence they have so long reposed 
in me. No matter what the future may have in store, that 
gratitude which comes from my heart can never be either 
chilled or lessened. To be senator from Massachusetts has 
been the pride of my life. I have put aside great offices, for 
to me no public place, except one to which I never aspired, 
has seemed equal to that which I held, and there was assuredly 
none which could so engage my attections. 

I have valued the high positions given me in the Senate 
because they meant large opportunity and testified to the trust 
and confidence of my associates. But I prize them most be- 
cause they give to Massachusetts the place which is her due 
in the councils of the nation. 

I have felt greatly honored when the Republican party of 
the nation placed me at the head of the committee on resolu- 
tions and twice made me permanent chairman of a national 
convention. But I cared for those honors most because I 
could lay them at the feet of Massachusetts as mute witnesses 
that now, as in the past, she was a leader among the States. 

Every tradition of our great State is dear to me, every 
page of her history is to me a household word. To her 
service I have given the best years of my life and the best 
that was in me to give. I hope that I have not been an alto- 
gether unprofitable servant. I have given my all; no man can 
give more. Others may well serve her with greater ability 
than I. I fervently hope that there will be many such others 
in the days to come, when her light will still shine before 
men as it now shines with steady radiance in the pages of 
history. Others may easily serve her better than I in those 
days yet to be, but of this I am sure : that no one can ever 
serve her with a greater love or deeper loyalty. 

With all their restlessness, their three centuries of faring 
westward across the continent, Americans have still as uncon- 
querable - sentiment for home as have those peoples who live 
i the shadow of the mountains where their an- 

cestors were born. And home to these is not always the 
place where their nearest interests lie. Not to all is it given 
to live where their deepest affection is fastened. Many are in 
the cities who return in memory often to country places; 
many are in mountain camps who dream of prairie vistas. 
Sometimes the dearest place is not the scene of childhood 
experience. Among the notable magazine stories of the month 
is one in Scribner's, by Dorothy Canfield, which relates to 
this mystery. It tells of a Vermont man who went to Ne- 
braska when a youth, but was called back imperatively to the 
stony farm of his boyhood, there to toil uncomplainingly 
through a long life, but with his heart still true to the great 
West which he had known for only a few months. How he 
disclosed his secret to a Kansas girl who had come to the 
New England neighborhood is a touching yet unaffected re- 
cital. He was a Westerner inside, though condemned to 
"pick stone and pick stone and pick stone and scratch enough 
off'n your stone-heap to keep from starving to death." And 
all through the great West there are hundreds as secretly 
sorrowing for the stony hillsides, and the snow on the pines 
in the young woods of those Vermont and Massachusetts 
homesteads. There is no error more glaring than the belief 
that Americans care for nothing but money and power. They 
are the most sentimental people in the world today. And 
they well may be, for sentiment has ruled humanity since the 
days of the first brothers. 

Art criticism is quite as often a negligible quantity when 
written by serious men of experience and devoted to the sub- 
ject as when it is given out by tyros. Even the great Rus- 
kin's verdicts have been reversed by many judges, whose final 
decision has been most satisfactory to the art-loving public. 
There seems to be sanity and discrimination in the paragraphs 
quoted below from a recent article in the London Bookman : 

On the whole, the continual practice of art criticism would 
seem to have a stultifying effect on the human mind: it nar- 
rows a man's outlook instead of broadening it, and he pres- 
ently attaches himself to some special school or schools of 
painters, and thereafter dies to the merit of many others. 
Raphael may be spiritual, and Rembrandt coarse ; Teniers 
may be unidealistic and of the earth earthy ; Fra Angelico and 
Giotto may jewel their canvases with saintly beauty and the 
dazzling splendors of heaven ; Corregio's men and women may 
be grossly mortal: but I as a humble human being, willing to 
be pleased, can take a differing pleasure in each, without car- 
ing overmuch which is the greater or the less. Art unlocks 
a hundred doors into a hundred various worlds of beauty, 
and I trust I shall never be so self-confident and arrogantly 
eclectic as to bolt any one of them against myself. 

Xo doubt I have my dislikes. There was a time. I con- 
fess, when I was influenced by superior critics to look down 
upon the type of picture that "tells a story" ; but it was not 
long before I realized that every picture tells one, and if it 
tells it really well, it is a good picture. You may read more 
in the face of some revealing portrait, in some unpeopled land- 
scape under a sunset or clouded for rain, than in many a big 
canvas crowded with notable figures enacting historic scenes. 
And it pleases me to play with a notion that the greatest 
pictures are built upon the sure foundation of some great 
idea: they draw something of their greatness from the har- 
mony and approximate perfection of their color scheme, but 
if wonderful and most beautiful color effects are their highest 
merit, they fall short of greatness. Color is to the picture 
what metre and rhyme are to the poem — only the vehicle of 
thought and emotion, 'the golden chariot wherein king-thoughts 
ride"'; and, for my part, I am stirred to but a cold admiration 
when the chariot goes by empty. This, of course, is only 
what I think ; you may think otherwise, and if you do I shall 
not argue the point ; I shall hear you respectfully and be glad 
to acknowledge that you are as likely to be right as I am, 
and meanwhile I naturally prefer what pleases me to what 
pleases you. 

After all, the art of the painter is really no hole-and-corner 
mystery not to be understood or valued except by the critical 
expert and the connoisseur ; it draws its inspiration from the 
depths of the life we all live, and it fulfills its highest mis- 
sion not when it fully satisfies the student of technique, but 
when it is strong enough to walk freely among the multitude 
and speak to them intelligibly in the large and nobly simple 
language that may not content a mortal expert, but is good 
enough for the gods. You need not be an art critic, or skilled 
in the technique of color and line, to have your emotions 
touched to awe and worship by the sight of a miraculous sun- 
rise ; nor need you be in any peculiar way one of the initiated 
before you can rightly admire the great but smaller miracle 
of a beautiful picture. You might as well say that a perfect 
lyric is less than perfect to you and appeals to you less pro- 
foundly because you do not happen to know a dactyl from a 
spondee. . 

Following naturally comes a story told in the current num- 
ber of the American Art Neu-s.. though that journal discreetly 
omits the names of the critic and the paper which published 
his eulogy : 

A good laugh has been enjoyed in the studios and dealers' 
galleries during the past few days at the expense of the art 
committee of the Lotos Club. It appears that at the press 
view last Thursday a certain picture of Monet's "The Pool in 
the Woods," loaned by Mr. Catholina Lambert, attracted un- 
usual attention. , the art writer of , espe- 

ciall}' eulogized the work and said of it in part: "His 
(Monet's) shadows are massed in an imposing bulk of soft, 
dense summer gloom, his tree at the right flattens into a sil- 
houette of decorative pattern, his eliminations tend toward 
the ennobling of his effect." The succeeding day a visitor to 
the exhibition who thought he recognized the canvas from 
former acquaintance, found himself puzzled by something 
peculiar in its appearance. At his request, it was taken down 
by an attendant, when the mystery was solved. The picture 
had been hung upside down. Tableau ! 

"Of course, this is a good joke against the critic, but at 
the same time the error was quite pardonable," says a writer 
in the New York Evening Post. "Many artists we know turn 
their pictures upside down in order to find out whether they 
have got their values correct, and it is quite possible that 
Monet did a great part of 'The Pool in the Woods' upside 
down. It is said that Alexander Harrison, when he is about 
to paint a landscape, always looks at it first with his head 
between his legs." And all this will certainly bring to mind 
that old anecdote, more or less. questionable, which tells of the 
doubt which possessed the minds of the hanging committee of 
the Royal Academy after it had put in position a picture by 
that great impressionist. Turner. They wrote to ask if his 
landscape had been hung correctly. The painter replied with 
his signature only — "Turner." George L. Shoals. 


The Ballad of Sweet P. 
[December 25, 1776.] 
Mistress Penelope Penwick, she, 
Called by her father, "My Sweet P," 
Painted by Peale, she won renown 
In a clinging, short-waisted satin gown ; 
A red rose touched by her finger-tips 
And a smile held back from her roguish lips. 

Thus, William Penwick, the jolly wight, 

In clouds of smoke, night after night, 

Would tell a tale in delighted pride. 

To cronies, who came from far and wide; 

Always ending (wath candle, he) 

"And this is the picture of my Sweet P !" 

The tale? J T was how Sweet P did chance 
To give to the British a Christmas dance. 
Penwick's house past the outpost stood, 
Flanked by the ferry and banked by the wood. 
Hessian and British quartered there 
Swarmed through chamber and hall and stair. 

Fires ablaze and candles alight, 

Soldier and officer feasted that night. 

The enemy? Safe, with a river between, 

Black and deadly and fierce and keen ; 

A river of ice and a blinding storm ! — 

So they made them merry and kept them warm. 

But while they mirth and roistering made, 
Up in her dormer window stayed 
Mistress Penelope Penwick apart. 
With fearful thought and sorrowful heart. 
Night by night had her candle's gleam 
Sent through the dark its hopeful beam. 

But the nights they came and they passed again, 

With never a sign from her countrymen ; 

For wheie beat the heart so brave, so bold, 

Which could baffle that river's bulwark cold? 

Penelope's eyes and her candle's light 

Were mocked by the storm that Christmas night. 

But lo. full sudden a missile stung 

And shattered her casement pane and rung 

At her feet ! 'T was a word from the storm outside. 

She opened her dormer window wide. 

A wind-swept figure halted below — 

The ferryman, old and bent and slow. 

Then a murmur rose upward — only one. 

Thrilling and powerful — "Washington .'" 

With jest and laughter and candles bright, 
5 T was two by the stairway clock that night. 
When Penelope Penwick tripped her down. 
Dressed in a short-waisted satin gown. 
With a red rose (cut from her potted bush). 
There fell on the rollicking crowd a hush. 

She stood in the soldiers' midst, I ween. 

The daintiest thing they e'er had seen ! 

And swept their gaze with her eyes most sweet, 

And patted her little slippered feet. 

" 'T is Christmas night, sirs," quoth Sweet P, 

"I should like to dance! Will you dance with me?" 

Oh, but they cheered ; ran to and fro, 
And each for the honor bowed him low. 
With smiling charm and witching grace 
She chose him pranked with officer's lace 
And shining buttons and dangling sword ; 
No doubt he strutted him proud as a lord ! 

Doffed with enmity, donned with glee, — 

Oh, she was charming, that Sweet P ! 

And when it was over, and blood aflame, 

Came an eager cry for "A game!" "A game!" 

"We'll play at forfeits," Penelope cried. 

"If one holdeth aught in his love and pride, 

"Let each lay it down at my feet in turn. 

And a fine from me shall he straightway learn !" 

What held they all in their love and pride? 

Straight flew a hand unto every side; 

Each man had a sword and nothing more. 

And the swords they clanged in a heap on the floor. 

Standing there, in her satin gown. 

With candlelight on her yellow crown, 

And at her feet a bank of steel 

I I'll wager that look was caught by Peale !) 

Penelope held her rose on high — 

"I fine each one for a leaf to try !" 

She plucked the petals and blew them out, 
A rain of red they fluttered about. 
Over the floor and through the air 
Rushed the officers here and there; 
When lo ! a cry ! The door burst in ! 
"The enemy !" Tumult, terror, and din! 

Flew a hand unto every side, — 
Swords? — Penelope, arms thrown wide. 
Leapt that heap of steel before ; 
Swords behind her upon the floor ; 
Facing her countrymen staunch and bold, 
Who dared the river of death and cold. 
Who swept them down on a rollicking horde, 
And found they never a man with sword ! 

And so it happened (but not by chance), 
In '76 there was given a dance 
By a witch with a rose and a satin gown 
(Painted in Philadelphia town), 
Mistress Penelope Penwick, she. 
Called by her father, "My Sweet P." 

— Virginia Woodzvard Cloud. 

There are more than 4000 miles of lines of communi- 
cation in the Washington -Ala ska military cable and 
telegraph system. There have been few interruptions, 
due, as usual, to storms, landslides, and forest fires. 
The latter have always been prevalent in summer along 
the Yukon River west of Fort Gibson, but are yearly 
becoming less destructive with the passing of the for- 
ests. The system comprises 2592 miles of submarine 
cable, 204 miles of double and 1159 miles of single land 
line, and 854 miles of wireless. 

There were no pews in the churches of Scotland be- 
fore the reign of Charles I, and people who wished to 
be seated while attending services took stools with them. 
For the evening service the parishioners provided them- 
selves with their own candles. 

January 28, 1910. 




New York Society in Historical Tableaux. 

The woman who tries to get within the charmed 
circle of New York society without being a suffragette 
is just wasting her time. She might as well wear last 
year's hats or pay her tradesmen promptly or do any 
of the other things that are hopelessly bourgeois. She 
must either yearn for a vote and say so or be content 
with the outer darkness where Mrs. Clarence Mackay 
is not, and where invitations from Mrs. George Gould 
are unknown. 

These ladies are up to all sorts of devices to arrest 
public attention and to keep it steadily upon them. 
There is no evidence that they are convincing any one 
by their antics, nor, indeed, is there any reason why 
any one should be convinced. Of course it is posi- 
tively thrilling to see Miss Inez Milholland kneeling 
down upon the cold, cold pavement and inscribing the 
words "Votes for Women" with a piece of chalk, but 
as a logical appeal to reason the performance lacks 
point. And when Mrs. Belmont distributes handbills 
on Broadway we are naturally intensely interested in 
Mrs. Belmont, but we wonder why she does not hire 
some one to do it for her, some one who makes a voca- 
tion of distributing handbills. But as for giving votes 
to women — why we are all willing enough that women 
should have votes or anything else that is inexpensive, 
and we can none of us quite understand why they have 
not got this one thing that they want. They seem to 
have everything else. 

Now what logical idea can underlie the display of 
historical tableaux held at Maxine Elliott's Theatre 
last Tuesday ? We are willing enough to believe that 
it was "in the cause of suffrage," but in what way 
can the suffrage benefit from it ? If the cause needs 
money, why do not some of these ladies give it, as they 
could quite easily without depriving themselves of even 
the smallest of their luxuries? And think of the labor 
involved ! We have been hearing about these precious 
tableaux for months. Whenever a Sunday editor has 
half a page open he strikes his forehead and says "tab- 
leaux," and a presentable young reporter with a nice 
clean face is sent round to see if Mrs. Belmont will 
take the part of Mme. Defarge and who is the latest 
choice for Catherine of Russia. He can have all he 
wants in the way of copy and pictures so long as he 
works in the name of some lady on every fourth line. 
The suffrage tableaux have been a positive godsend to 
the editors. Like the poor, they have been always with 
us, whereas it is impossible to foresee that the supply 
of divorce scandals and sensations will be uninter- 

But the tableaux were really quite successful from 
the pictorial point of view. There was not a man in 
the theatre who would have refused a vote to Mrs. E. 
R. Thomas when she appeared as Hypatia, and as for 
Mrs. Clarence Mackay, she simply carried the audience 
with her as Florence Nightingale. There she was on 
the field of battle doing some kind of massage to a 
wounded soldier, with dead men and camp plunderers 
all around her, all as natural as life. It is unfortu- 
nate that the real Florence Nightingale never lived to 
study the correct poses from Mrs. Mackay. Then 
there was Miss Inez Milholland as Cornelia, with Mrs. 
Pearce Bailey's sons as The Gracchi. Mrs. George 
Gould was every inch an empress as Catherine of 
Russia, and Mrs. James Stillman was just too sweet 
for anything as the Goddess of Libertv. Jeanne D'Arc 
was represented by Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt, who 
was to have worn steel armor for the first time in her 
life but who decided not to. The armor is said to 
have been worn by the Maid herself, so that its story 
would have been quite a remarkable one — first Jeanne 
D'Arc and then Mrs. Vanderbilt. Mme. Roland was 
represented by Mrs. Ethel Watts Mumford Grant, and 
Mrs. Charles Dana Gibson took the part of a Ma- 

The society reporters are very careful to impress 
upon us the fact that all these tableaux are realistic 
and also that they are enormously expensive, which 
makes us wonder more than ever in what way the 
great cause can benefit from them. To hear these 
young gentlemen talk we might suppose that the world 
has been in travail for the last few thousand years and 
that this society frolic is the result, that humanity has 
at last reached some dazzling pinnacle in its career, and 
that its achievement at the Maxine Elliott Theatre will 
be discussed with bated breath by ages yet unborn. 
When they talk about realism they mean, of course, 
that there are a lot of foolish little details reproduced 
with photographic accuracy, and they are quite un- 
aware that such imitation is death to art. Mrs. Van- 
derbilt's armor may have been worn by Jeanne D'Arc, 
although it is extremely unlikely, but if it was the real 
thing then it would have been quite out of place in a 
tableau whose only right to exist was as an imitation. 

The staging, of course, was good, seeing that money 
was no object. Every sort of theatrical mechanism 
was available, and the general effect was often impres- 
sive. Most of the tableaux occupied the whole stage, 
the costumes were elaborate, and the patriotic reporters 
assure us with a semblance of awe that they were made 
in Paris. 

But once more what has all this to do with the suf- 
ragc? Obviously there can be little or no financial 
profit, while it is hard to suppose that any unregenerate 
male could be brought within the fold merely because 
he had seen a few wealthy society ladies personate their I 

betters upon the stage of a theatre. Of course, the 
whole thing is a frolic and nothing more, a titillation 
of jaded nerves, a novelty in a world that seemed to 
be exhausted of novelty, an aid to publicity that could 
no longer be commanded by monkey dinners and sen- 
sational festivities. And because the leaders of fash- 
ion think fit to assume the pose of convictions, to go 
through the motions of having a "cause," the great 
army of flunkeys must do the same. At last comes 
the opportunity to be "associated with Mrs. Belmont." 
and perhaps to be shown over her very superior home, 
while a cup of afternoon tea from the hands of Mrs. 
Mackay's super-gorgeous footman is by no means an 
impossibility. The aspiring climber can make better 
use of suffragette opinions that are made while you 
wait than she could of years of the more orthodox 
manoeuvres, and for this reason the Cause will not fail 
of adherents so long as the leaders stick to their guns 
and their at-homes. Sidney G. P. Coryn. 

New York, January 19, 1911. 

The German submarine U. j sank in the harbor at 
Kiel, January 17, but was raised later after three hours' 
work. Twenty-seven of the crew of thirty on board 
crept through the torpedo tube to safety. The other 
three, including the commander of the craft, remained 
in the tower, in no immediate danger. The sinking 
was due to an accidental filling of the water-bunkers. 
Soon after she disappeared the salvage ship Vulkan, 
which is equipped with modern machinery for the rais- 
ing of submerged vessels, was on the spot and gave the 
first successful demonstration of what she could do in 
the emergency for which she had been planned. First 
communication with the submarine was established by a 
buoy telephone, over which the commander of the U J 
reported that the vessel had a forty-eight hour supply 
of oxygen. Divers were then sent down. They placed 
a chain about the hull of the submarine. The chain 
was attached to powerful cranes built on the deck of 
the Vulkan, and soon the salvage power plant was in 
operation and the U. 3 slowly was released from her 
bed in the mud. Just three hours after the accident 
occurred the periscope of the underwater warship ap- 
peared above the surface. 

There is an extraordinary necropolis at Bahrein, the 
famous centre of the Persian Gulf pearl-fisheries. The 
tombs stretch for miles into the interior of Bahrein. 
The origin of the necropolis is to a great extent a 
mystery, but primitive civilization probably first began 
in this region, and possibly this desert sepulchre is the 
oldest piece of man's handiwork in the world. Some of 
the mounds are fifty feet high, the remainder vary from 
thirty to twenty feet. There are usually two cham- 
bers to each mound, an upper and a lower. It is be- 
lieved that the mounds were originally higher, and 
palms were growing on the tops of some of them in 
the time of Alexander the Great, but the palms have 
long since disappeared, and in the course of ages the 
summits have been worn smooth. Captain Prideaux, 
political agent at Bahrein, conducts the excavations on 
behalf of the Indian government. 

Not many know that every railroad locomotive car- 
ries a score or more of appliances on which a royalty 
is paid to the several manufacturers. Now the in- 
ventors are busy in the aeroplane field. Every aviator, 
when he is seated in his machine, is surrounded by 
patent appliances. In front of him are a watch and 
a compass. He wears padded headgear, and his feet 
are kept warm by water-pipes connected with the en- 
gine and the radiator in front. The air, passing 
through this radiator, is warmed before it reaches the 
pilot. He also has at his side a mirror to enable him 
to see behind him. The possibilities of the fitting-out 
process are only indicated, so far. 

At a recent meeting of the Academies des Sciences 
de Paris M. Henneguy reported some experiments made 
at the Concarneau laboratory of M. Fabre-Domergue 
with reference to the methods that should be used to 
prevent accidents caused by contaminated oysters. The 
author, according to the Hospital, has been able to 
convince himself that it is possible to render these shell- 
fish harmless, even after they have been reared in the 
most unsanitary of surroundings, by placing them for 
a fortnight in filtered water before selling them to the 
public. He states, moreover, that this form of "quar- 
antine" in pure water has no evil effects on the quality 
of the oyster. 

A bill to construct a national automobile highway 
along or near the thirty-fifth parallel of north latitude, 
from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean, has been intro- 
duced in the House of Representatives at Washington 
by James A. Hamill of New Jersey. To save readers 
a look at the map it may be stated that the thirty-fifth 
parallel crosses North Carolina, passes along the boun- 
dary line between Tennessee and Georgia. Alabama, 
and Mississippi, crosses Arkansas, Oklahoma, Northern 
Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and Southern California, 
striking the coast a little north of Santa Barbara, 

The secret fraternities of Yale University, according 
to the New Haven tax assessors, hold property valued 
at nearly a million dollars. The college proper has 
real estate valued only at about $4,000,000. The com- 
parison reveals what the college sideshows amount to. 


George Edward Woodward of Baltimore is still a 
champion skater at the age of seventy-eight. He has 
used the same pair of skates for sixty-four years, and 
with them can cut fancy figures on the ice so swiftly 
and easily that younger competitors admit his superior 

Rear-Admiral David Beatty is the youngest officer 
of that rank in the British navy. He entered the 
service in 1884, was made a commander in 1898. and 
promoted to a captaincy in 1900. He married Miss 
Ethel Field of Chicago, daughter of Marshall Field in 

Mrs. Alice Stebbins Wells is a police officer in Los 
Angeles, appointed on her own application. She be- 
lieves that she can guard the interests of women and 
girls in city life better than a man in the same place. 
Mrs. Wells is the only woman police officer in the 

The Hon. Elihu Root served the United States at 
The Hague last year as an arbitration commissioner in 
the disagreement between this country and Great 
Britain absolutely without compensation. The leading 
counsel on the British side received in the form of 
retainer and commission almost $50,000, Sir William 
Robson was made a peer, and Mr. Allen Aylesworth, 
the British "agent," was knighted. 

Champ Clark, to be Speaker of the House of Rep- 
resentatives in the Sixty-Second Congress, was Pro- 
fessor John Beauchamp Clark, president of Marshall 
College, West Virginia, thirty-six years ago, and the 
youngest college president of his time. He dropped the 
first four-ninths of his name when he went into poli- 
tics. In 1S85 he was practicing law in Pike County, 
Missouri, and four years later was sent to Congress. 

The Hon. William Stevens Fielding has been minis- 
ter of finance for the Dominion of Canada since 1896. 
He is a Nova Scotian, sixty-two years old, and began 
his career as a newspaper man, giving journalism 
twenty years of hard work. From the first as a high 
official he has endeavored to secure closer trade rela- 
tions between Canada and the United States, and he 
is now in charge of the negotiations under considera- 

Jacob Gould Schurman, president of Cornell Uni- 
versity, lived on his father's farm in Prince Edward 
Island until he was twelve years old. He paid his 
own way through Arcadia College, Nova Scotia, and 
afterward at the University of London, England. 
Then he studied in Edinburgh and Paris, becoming a 
doctor of philosophy in 1878, when he was twenty-four 
years old. He went to Cornell when he was thirty- 
two, and was raised from the head of the Sage School 
of Philosophy to the presidency of the university. 

Signor Tito Ricordi, fourth in direct descent from 
the Giovanni Ricordi who established the great Italian 
music publishing house, is in America for the first time. 
The Ricordi house controls the rights to the operas of 
Puccini, among others, and Signor Ricordi came to 
Boston to conduct the rehearsals there of "The Girl of 
the Golden West." He is a young man, but a thor- 
ough musician and skilled director. It is more than 
a hundred years since the Ricordi publishing business 
was begun, and it now is able to control the production 
of opera everywhere, as it possesses the sole rights of 
performance to Verdi's works, and to most others of 
the Italian schools. 

Mrs. C. Milligan Fox recently came to New York 
to lecture on Irish minstrelsy. Mrs. Fox is the founder 
and leading spirit of the Irish Folk Song Society, the 
headquarters of which, with proper inconsistency, are 
in London, not Dublin. Daughter of a noted anti- 
quarian of Belfast, sister of the Erse poetess Alice 
Milligan, and herself endowed with the bardic gift, the 
value of her work to folklore is widely recognized. 
Sitting with the peasants in their cabins by the turf 
fire, she writes down tunes that flow from fingers of 
blind harpers, words crooned by grandmothers, native 
love-lays lilted by courting boys and girls. At Mrs. 
Fox's lectures she often sits down at the piano and tells 
the humors and sorrows of Ireland in song. 

It is reasonable to suppose that the Rev. T. H. Espin. 
vicar of Towlow, England, does not display over his 
desk the warning "This is my busy day." He has sud- 
denly achieved newspaper mention by discovering a 
new red star, but astronomy is only one of his diver- 
sions. The rectory is "open house" in the evenings, 
a social temperance club meeting there several times a 
week. It is also headquarters and armory of the boys' 
brigade. In the garden is maintained an open-air sana- 
torium for consumptives. The rector leads the local 
company of boy scouts. He has services every day at 
seven a. m., and puts in most of his day with his parish 
duties. At night he is in his observatory. He dis- 
covered his first star when twenty years old. Since 
then his discoveries have nearly doubled the number 
of the known banded spectra type of stars, the work 
being done with a spectroscope invented by himself. 
He has found and measured 1052 double stars, lie 
treats sick parishioners with an X-ray machine which 
he built himself. When he wishes to amuse bis friends 
he does s. 1 with two cats which he has taught to per- 
form parlor tricks. He plays good cricket, likes If 
and a rubber of whist. 


January 28, 1911. 


The End of a Son's Search. 

The young man leaned over the bar. "They tell me 
you are an old-timer here, Mr. Heaton. Perhaps you 
have once heard of a man named David James." 

Old Si Heaton, the squaw-man, suddenly straightened 
as he eyed the stranger sharply. "Perhaps I hev, but 
it 'pears I haint. Thar's no sech man in these parts 
to me knowin'." He turned indifferently to his beer 
keg as he added, "What might ye want with the likes 
o' him?" 

"I'm searching for some word of my father, David 

As the handsome fellow spoke, a slight tremor seemed 
to possess the half-empty keg, but the hand that held 
the glass was steady. 

"Father left for the gold-fields over twenty years 
ago, but not a word has come to mother since. I've 
searched the diggings from north to south. She'll be 
disappointed when I get back." 

He might have been a captain of cavalry, so well 
did he fill his clothes. His neat, buttoned coat, trim 
leggings and gauntlets contrasted with the half-open 
shirt, bagging trousers, and shuffling shoes of the neg- 
lected, unkempt man behind the bar. 

"Ye be goin' back to Ohio soon, be ye? YVal, I'm 
sorry, but I can't accommodate ye. David James haint 
been seen in these parts to me knowin'. Hev .a drink ?" 
He nervously pushed the glass toward his earl}' morn- 
ing visitor. Leaning over the counter, he peered into 
the eager face of the traveler. 

"Thank you," said the big fellow, good-humoredly. 
"But the stuff lays me out. I'm disappointed, though." 
His eyes were serious as he turned from the vile- 
smelling shack into the sunshine. 

Old Si, wiping his hands on a sticky apron, followed 
him to his horse. "Ye'll not be leavin' camp till to- 

"If anything ever happens to me, Julie, you must go 
with the box and the letter to old Judge Wells, thirty 
miles down the gulch." 

Julie had promised. She was a woman of her word. 

morrow?" he ventured. 

"I start over the mountains at sunrise." 

"David James. David James," the old man mused. 
"Now I think on it, 'pears Jim Black spoke of him in 
that letter he wrote 'fore he died." 

The stranger was all attention now. Springing from 
his saddle, he was bending over the squaw-man. 
"Heaton, if any one has so much as mentioned his 
name, tell me." 

"I've no time to talk to ye now," said the old man 
weakly, as the riffraff of the mountain town began 
closing in about them. "Come around nigh dark? I'll 
look for ye then." 

The younger man swung into the saddle. 

"That boy's all right," mumbled Old Si, slinking back 
to the bar-room. 

When Si Heaton was first seen prospecting above 
Gold Frog Gulch in the early 'fifties, he was referred 
to as "that hot-headed snob of an Englishman." Once, 
when Jim Black had mentioned the narrowness of his 
own Quaker training, Si had remarked, "No wonder 
you're a black sheep, Jim. A strait-laced Quaker 
can beat the devil in drivin' a man to perdition." 

Nobody knew much of his life. He might have be- 
longed to a nobility that was trying to forget him. 
He might have lived a wild life somewhere. One thing 
was certain, the West had woven its golden web about 
him, and was holding him, body and soul. True, he 
had, like the others, talked of "going back," but that 
was before the accident on the flume, before the young 
squaw, Julie, had nursed him back to life. Since then 
he had seen much of the diggings, coming down to 
the tavern occasionally during the quieter seasons at 
the mines. He had built a little shack just back of the 
tavern, and here he and the squaw lived much in 
silence and alone. 

If Old Si — since the accident he was always known 
as Old Si — had any regrets or ambitions, nobody knew. 
He kept his own counsel. Some said he had money, 
plenty of it, buried somewhere between the shack and 
the tavern. Others thought the diggings had not paid, 
else why had he gone into partnership with Jim Black 
at the bar? 

"Julie, child" — he had always addressed the squaw 
in these terms — "Julie, child, I say, set things to rights 
and brush out my clothes." The old man moved rest- 
lessly, nervously, about the ill-kept room. The slow, 
steady movements of the woman harmonized with the 
soft tread of her moccasined feet. 

'Why you help? Why you talk much to self?" 
In the silence that followed she eyed Si sharply. Sus- 
picion flashed in her dark eyes as she questioned, "Si go 
'way ?" 

She spoke again, slowly, as if her instinct made her 
conscious of an impending doom. "If Si go 'way, 
Julie lay her head on stone, Julie die." 

"Oh, come, child," and he pushed back the heavy 
braids that hung like a cloak about her; "who said 
anything about going away?" 

"Ah !"' she repeated, her voice steadied by suppressed 
emotion; "nothing left for Julie but Si. Julie's people 
gone ! Land gone ! Si go 'way, Julie lay head on 
stone. Julie die !" 

They had gone through much the same scene ten 
years befo/e, just after Heaton had returned from San 
Francisco with a letter, which Julie could not read. 
Si was railed suddenly to the mines, and when he 
returned he never again mentioned going away. But 
i 'aced the tin box under the flagstone hearth 
"id told her to guard it well. 

The two men sat at the bare table in Heaton's shack. 
The rush of the wind down the mountain shook the 
walls of the little house. The one lamp gave a dim 
light. The older man bent eagerly forward, his eyes 
fixed on the stranger. "Tell me more about this David 
James," he asked. 

"All I know came from my mother," young David 
began frankly. "Father left for the West. before I 
was born." 

"Then you never see'd this Dave James. Wal, wal, 
how que'ar things do work out!" and" he leaned toward 
the stronger man. "But what does she say — your 
mother — about him?" 

"He was fine clay, she says, much finer than the good 
Quaker stock she claimed. He was her ideal, her 
knight, a hero among narrow-minded people. But with 
grandfather reminding her that her black sheep of a 
husband couldn't give a clean account of himself, it 
made things unpleasant all round. No wonder the 
harness chafed. Then father came West. Mother 

grieved so at his being gone " 

'She grieved?" queried the listener thoughtfully. 
"She grieved so at his being gone that grandfather 
tried to make it all up to her, and when I came, he 
provided well for us both. My mother has wanted me 
to grow up like my father, sweet-natured, broad-minded, 
considerate of others." Old Si winced. "She believes 
that he had never neglected her, but thought that he 
had met with foul play, or that his letters had mis- 
carried. That is why she reared me with this one 
mission in view, to come West and vindicate his name. 
She wants to prove that David James was the ideal 
she held him to be, that his love for her was true, and 
that it is an honorable name she has given me, her 

"Yes, yes, your mother is a woman of spirit and high 
ideals — too high, I take it." 

But David went on, hardly mindful of the interrup- 
tion: "She was sure I would find a trace of him out 
here. Some good ones there are among our sect who 
still believe that in disguise he won my mother's heart, 
that he tired of her in a few months, and that he went 
as he had come, whence and whither, none knew. To 
please them all, I have made the search." There were 
strength and purpose in the big lines of his shoulders, 
in the proud poise of his head. "Your remark this 
morning has been the first and only light on his name. 
If you know of him speak." 

Old Si stood up. "A black sheep, eh!" Anger and 
resentment showed in his thin, clenched hands, and in 
the tightening muscles of his neck and chin. Then, 
controlling himself with a twist, "Wal. we'll knock the 
socks all off the old gintleman's argyment. We'll prove 
the mother's compass ben't far from pointin' to the 
North Pole. We'll get our bearin's from this here 
flagstone, and then we'll proceed." 
The young man eyed him curiously. 
"Since I know who ye be, David, I'll have to begin 
with a lettle apology. I knowed more of David James 
than I let on this mornin'." Coming nearer, he leaned 
close to the listener and peered up into the wholesome 
face, his half-dim eyes searching for something which 
he seemed to fear, yet crave. Then a slow determina- 
tion settled in the drawn lines of his mouth. "David 
James was a pard o' mine 'way back in the 'fifties." 

"You knew my father then?" The young man was 
pacing the floor now like a caged lion. The knotted 
veins of his brown hands and the welts of his throb- 
bing temples revealed the tumult within. 

"Yes, he was a pard o' mine, and we'd had mighty 
bad luck all along, till we struck pay dirt at the Nancy 
Anne, twelve years ago. From that on, it reads like a 
novel, the gold we turned. But let me tell you right 
here, me boy, that what your grandfather 'sinuates to 
ye about your father's family is lies, all lies, blast his 
tight-laced pious skin ! David James came from as 
fine stock as ever set foot on English sod. He might 
'a been wild, maybe he was; too wild to stand that 
family's strait-jacket. But the letter '11 show he in- 
tended to go back. Then the accident came that ended 
all for him, with the gold all runnin' through his fingers, 
too, that was meant for her and the child. Come." 

The old man stood up again, his face flushed, his 
dim eyes afire. At last his mind was set. Purpose was 
in every motion. "Nobody is going to heap disgrace 
on the child of David James. That is you." That is 
you, David, his child," and he bent his head, as he 
gently laid his two rough, worn hands on David's hair. 
"Come, lad, help me lift this flagstone." 
Together they raised the great weight. 
"Julie," called Si, "bring that thar pick." He was 
Old Si of Gold Frog Gulch again. 

There was a swift movement beyond the key-hole, a 
sudden lifting of the latch. The woman came slowly, 
with much misgiving, looking sharply at the unwel- 
come guest. A vague suspicion was upon her, not 
caused by a possible danger to the buried treasures. 
Her eyes were on Si as, still looking backward, she 
closed the door behind her. 

"Thar," said the old man as he struck the tin box. 
"We'll see thar's no reflections on them that can't de- 
fend themselves." 

Locking the door behind them, the two men carefully 
opened the tin lid. "Here." said Si, "between these 
buckskin bags is the letter he wrote — your mother will 

know the hand— and thar is that picture of his boy — 
that's you — that came to San Francisco just after the 
accident. Them thar bags hold a fortune, Davie, but 
'twas the picture the old man prized." 

David opened the letter with shaking hands. 

"Perhaps," said Si softly. "I'd better leave you alone 
a spell." He shuffled feebly out. 

David, steadying himself against the table, read: 

Dear Wife : The contents of this box are for you and the 
child. It will be sent to you after I have passed away. God 
alone can forgive my silence and my sins. 

Good-by. God bless you. David James. 

The son sat long in the stillness, with his eyes on 
the message of death. Then he bowed his head on the 
first and only message from his father's hand. 

"Good-by, David. It's a clean name you can carry 
back to them all." The old lantern flickered dimly in 
the Sierran night, as Si peered for the last time into 
the face before him. 

"Yes, yes," replied the young man, turning to his 
horse. "It seems mother brought me up just for this." 

"Tell your mother ideals aint bad things to have 
when she can raise a chap like you on 'em," and Si 
clung feebly to the strong, warm hand. 

"Good-by, God bless thee'" said David, true to his 
religious teaching. "I thank thee for thy kindness to 
my father years ago, and again for thy kindness to 
mother and me now. Good-by." 

As Si stood in the silence, his dim eyes following 
the rider into the blackness of the night, he murmured, 
"God forgive me, but it's better so. I, David James, 
could never make the past right to him, poor chap, or 
her. They must never know. The ideals must stand." 

In the dawn of the early morning a bent man made 
his way feebly along the cool shadows of the pines. 
He was leading a well-packed mountain pony and was 
followed by an Indian squaw. Together, with faces 
set, they climbed the silent trail that led back to the 
diggings beyond the range. Lilian E. Talbert. 

San Francisco, January, 1911. 

For three hundred years hardly any important treaty 
— whether of commerce or of peace — was made be- 
tween England and the other great powers in which a 
place was not given to the Newfoundland fisheries. It 
was their importance and the desire of the nations to 
share in them that led to Newfoundland, as the late 
Lord Salisbury said, being "the sport of historic mis- 
fortune." Owned by England, Newfoundland was in 
the early days too remote from her shores for the 
average Englishman to be able to appreciate the value 
of those great fisheries, and consequently, as the con- 
sideration for peace, they were pledged and hypothe- 
cated and mortgaged to France and the United States, 
and alleged "servitudes" created, which not only re- 
tarded and kept back the advancement of Newfound- 
land, but from their very nature led to the passing of 
penal laws to prevent settlement in the country and the 
development of its natural resources. It was thought 
sufficient that Newfoundland should serve as a nursery 
for the navies of England, France, and the United 
States, and accordingly the fishermen of these coun- 
tries continued to prosecute the fisheries on the great 
banks for over three hundred years. In the year 1600 
there were nearly four hundred fishing ships from Eng- 
land and nearly as many from the Colonies. Today 
fifteen hundred sail of craft from Newfoundland go 
"down to the Labrador," and fully ten times as many 
engage in the fishery in the bays and on the coasts of 
that countrv. 

* ■» 

Within the next few days the historic old "Jolly Post 
Hotel," that has stood on Frankford Avenue, Philadel- 
phia, nearly two centuries and a half, will be but a 
memory. The demolition of the ancient stone house, 
prominent in Colonial days, is almost finished. In its 
place there will soon arise modern stores. The famous 
hostelry was erected in the middle of the seventeenth 
century — the exact date is unknown — by Isaiah Wor- 
rel, who had inherited the fourteen acres of ground 
from his father, John Worrel. The land was part of 
a tract of 750 acres that William Penn deeded to Henry 
Waddy in 16S0. It was the first post house for the 
change of post horses from Philadelphia to New York. 
Its garden in the rear of the building, with its lilacs 
and other shrubbery, its numerous walks with boxwood 
borders, the ornamental arbors with their cosy seats 
surrounded by woodbine and other vines, formed an 
ideal rendezvous for young and old, during the days of 
the Revolution. The walls echoed the sounds of shots , 
during the battle of Germantown. Patriotic women 
carried to the Jolly Post goods to be sent from there 
to Valley Forge, when Washington's army was in 
« inter encampment. 

One of Edison's latest suggestions is the use of thin 
sheets of nickel in the place of paper for books. He 
says he can make by an automatic process plates of 
nickel one-twenty-thousandth of an inch thick, tough 
and flexible, at a cost of a dollar and a quarter a pound. 
The nickel plates are perfect for printing purposes, and 
are practically indestructible. 

The city of Konia — the ancient Iconium, once pagan, 
then Christian, and now Mahometan, the scene of 
Paul's labors and once the capital of the Seljunian em- 
pire, estimated to have today a population of 60.000 — 
is rising again to prominence through the opening of 
railroad communication to Constantinople, 

January 28, 1911. 



A Study of the Great Russian Novelist. 

It is probable that the death of Tolstoy was one of 
the events that inspired the bringing out of J. A. T. 
Lloyd's book, 'Two Russian Reformers — Ivan Turge- 
nev, Leo Tolstoy,"' though the studies that make up the 
volume were evidently written some time before the 
removal of that imposing figure. Whether for the 
moment or for a permanent place on the bookshelf, 
the work is to be commended. Mr. Lloyd is perhaps 
drawn by sympathy more to Turgenev than to Tolstoy, 
but there is no evidence of an inclination to minimize 
the achievements of either. His study of Turgenev is 
more particular, especially in its criticism of the Rus- 
sian stories, and it is done with insight and apprecia- 
tion. It is not intended as a life-story merely, for it 
retraces and doubles its references frequently, but it 
leaves out of the record few of the details necessary 
to make the picture impressive. 

Turgenev came of a wealthy family, and his mother 
was an aristocrat without feeling for her servants, or 
even for her children. Her sons were treated only a 
little less cruelly than the serfs. Ivan, the second son, 
was a dreamy, solitary lad, and even in his earliest 
years experienced the sorrow that want of affection and 
neglect breeds in childish minds: 

Over and over again in his novels he returns to that mys- 
terious Russian garden in which there seemed to ferment the 
drowsy, humming life of all the summers in the world. One 
sees him escaping to the solace of this haunted garden, a 
lonely boy, spied upon by parasites and often punished with 
malignant severity. One sees him becoming involuntarily a 
watcher, as though he had been born a connoisseur of souls. 
For, here on the very threshold of youth, disillusion has 
come lo him. The difficult relations between his father and 
mother were not concealed from these young, questioning 
eyes. Child as he was, he had learned to suspect those nearest 
to him. Long afterwards he exclaimed, with a knowledge of 
life that had its origin in his very childhood : "But as for 
marrying, what a cruel irony !" 

This is an incident that displays the impulses of the 
mother, who knew neither love nor pity: 

But if Mme. Turgenev was disdainful towards artists, she 
was absolutely tyrannous towards her serfs, even towards the 
doctor, Porphyre Kartacheff, who accompanied Ivan when he 
was a university student in Berlin. Porphyre acted as a kind 
of superior valet, and when they returned to Russia the rela- 
tions between master and servant were most cordial and Mme. 
Turgenev alone continued to treat him as a serf. Ivan im- 
plored his mother to emancipate him, but she absolutely 
refused. Once, when her adopted daughter was ill, Mme. 
Turgenev wished to call in other doctors, but Porphyre assured 
her that it was unnecessary and that he himself would cure 
the patient. Mme. Turgenev looked him in the eyes as she 
said : "Remember, if you do not cure her you will go to 
Siberia." Porphyre accepted the risk and, fortunately for 
him, his patient recovered. 

One of the results of the system that controlled con- 
ditions in Russian homes at that period is shown in the 
story of Turgenev's first experience with women: 

Turgenev struggled hopelessly against this coma of tyranny 
which lay everywhere around him. It was unnecessary to 
convince his reason ; by temperament he was antagonistic to 
the idea of owning a fellow-creature, and yet even he vio- 
lated this deep inner conviction and purchased a serf girl. 
Turgenev had a rich uncle at Moscow, at whose house he 
met a cousin, Elizabeth Turgenev, a blonde of about sixteen 
who possessed a property near Orel. She administered the 
affairs of this village herself, and Turgenev paid her a visit 
once or twice every week. Elizabeth had a young femme de 
chambre, a serf girl named Feoctista who was called Fetistka. 
She was not at all beautiful, but she appealed to Turgenev 
just as some of the wistful serf girls in his sketches appealed 
to him. "Fetistka," writes Pavlovsky, "did not strike one 
at first glance ; her beauty was not at all extraordinary. A 
brunette, thinnish, not ugly but not pretty, nothing more, one 
might have pictured her readily thus ; but on observing her 
more closely, one found in her drawn features, in her pretty 
face tanned by the sun. in her sad glances, something which 
attracted and charmed." Turgenev observed her closely ; he 
was charmed. Elizabeth Turgenev was very fond of Fetistka 
and had her dressed like a lady. Her cousin had already 
sworn to do his best to bring about the abolition of the 
serfs, but none the less he desired to purchase Fetistka. 
Elizabeth refused his price, saying that on no account would 
she be separated from her maid. After much bargaining the 
price of seven hundred roubles was arranged, though a serf 
girl at that time was valued at a maximum of fifty roubles. 
Turgenev took her to Spasskoe-Celo, where he remained in 
retirement with her for about a year. During this time he 
tried to teach her* to read, but apparently with very little 
success. He seems, indeed, to have wearied of her quickly 
enough, and to have taken to shooting as a distraction. None 
the less, it was probably this romance manque that inspired 
that sensitive sympathy with a serf girl in a false position 
which is so significant in "Fathers and Sons." 

Turgenev never married. He was affectionate with 
his daughter, and carefully arranged the details of her 
education, but he had taken in with the disillusionments 
of his youth a cynical regard for this most important 
relation : 

The atttude of the younger towards the older generation 
is divulged in every page of this treasury of the heart's 
secrets. It is his own father and mother whom he reveals in 
this clear-eyed scrutiny of youth. How well he knew the 
exteriors of those familiar figures ! How well he divined 
what he was always forbidden to know — the inner recesses 
of their temperaments! One sees the elderly, jealous woman 
dissatisfied with life and incapable of either adaptability or 
submission. She is suspicious of her husband and suspicious 
of her son. That bitter boyhood of the great novelist is 
mercilessly revealed without any softening process of mem- 
ory. The old quarrels, the old insults, the old recrimina- 
tions vibrate into life after the interval of years. 

At the age of twenty-three Turgenev very nearly be- 
came a university professor. His studies at Berlin had 
almost Germanized him. Some of the reflections of 
his student days are seen in this note: 

As one reads the novels of Turgenev one finds oneself 
over and over again in some heated and crowded room where, 
over a samovar, young men with white, eager faces are clam- 
oring over ideas with as passionate a persistence as brokers 

clamor over securities. "What is the meaning of life? they 
ask, and at any moment, it would seem, each is willing to 
cast his individual existence into the melting-pot of destiny. 
Surely these people will save Russia ! With a heart beating 
like this the great silent country can not remain always inani- 
mate and cold. Yes, they are speaking for Russia, and their 
words vibrate with the noble rhythm of revolt and the strain- 
ing faces are lit up by sunken, tameless eyes. 

A peculiar reaction from his early experiences is 
pointed out by the reviewer: 

It was at this period of his life that he came permanently 
under the influence of women of the world, who were, 
he confessed, the only women who could inspire him. The 
confession is interesting, because his heroines are almost in- 
variably ingenues, and when he introduces a woman of the 
world, whether as Maria Nikolaevna in a modified sense or 
Irene in "Smoke" in a highly developed sense, she brings 
with her inevitably the atmosphere of destruction. 

Now comes an incident that affected all the later 
course of the novelist's life: 

In 1843 Malibran's sister, Pauline Garcia, came to sing in 
St. Petersburg for the first time. From the very first moment 
Turgenev appears to have become her slave. He speaks 
about her to every one, even to his mother, who becomes 
uneasy and goes to hear "cette maudite bohemienne" sing on 
her visit to Moscow. Turgenev, in short, is as possessed by 
this artist as any one of his own stricken heroes. In his 
exaltation he describes to Bielinski the ecstasy of the moment 
in which the singer passed a perfumed handkerchief across 
his forehead. In 1847 she had become Mme. Viardot, and 
Turgenev went to Europe in her train. 

Turgenev was called back to Russia by the illness of 
his mother. Her death left him independent in means, 
and a little more than a year afterward, in 1852, his 
first book, "Annals of a Sportsman," was published: 

The following year was marked by the Crimean War, which 
meant for Turgenev nothing more or less than the discovery 
of Count Tolstoy. "Have you read his 'Sebastopol'," he 
writes in 1855 to Serge Aksakof. "As for me, I read it and 
cried hurrah and I drank the author's health." Some little 
time afterwards he met the future author of "Anna Kara- 
nina." From the very first their personalities grated on each 
other, and it is this grating of personalities that accounts 
for that exploited quarrel which so nearly led to the exchange 
of pistol-shots between the two great Russian authors. The 
immediate cause of this quarrel was a contemptuous comment 
by Tolstoy on Turgenev's education of his daughter, but the 
real cause was undoubtedly the latent antagonism of two tem- 
peraments, each after its own fashion perfectly sincere. 

Before this he had known Bielinski, the Russian 
critic, and Dostoievski, the novelist, who was sent to 
Siberia, but he was still a dilletante in everything but 
art. He saw little to encourage him in the character 
of the young men of Russia. Among her young women 
he must have discovered more cheering indications : 

These Russian girls in the novels of Turgenev are not 
waiting for a Prince Charming to win them by some flatter- 
ing caress. They are not waiting for some one to lure them 
into a world of romance to the accompaniment of dream 
music. On the contrary, they await a leader who is engaged 
in the actual struggle with misery and pain. To him, if only 
he is the right man, they will gladly dedicate their lives, 
sacrificing all their guarded youthfulness and their protected 
beauty. For they are willing, oh, so willing, to follow the 
hard road, the dangerous road, the road that winds desolately 
away from home and friends and the familiar safety. 
Patiently they wait for him who will lead. 

Paris was a place of pleasure for him, if not of un- 
mixed delights: 

In the meantime his external life flowed by in perfect 
calm. He was comparatively happy, for he had acquired that 
love for the sameness of one day with another which, wan- 
derer though he had been and exile though he continued to 
be, he shared with his future friend, Gustave Flaubert. With 
Mme. Viardot he would enjoy music, and with her husband 
he would enjoy sport. Naturally gossip was more or less 
malignant on the subject of this old friendship, but to gossip 
Turgenev was by temperament wholly indifferent. The life 
suited him, giving him the particular phase of exotic do- 
mesticity which could alone satisfy his difficult and yet incon- 
gruously simple nature. 

This incident may be taken as Turgenev's serious 
judgment of the Russian peasantry: 

His relations with his own peasants may be judged from 
this characteristic little prophecy. "One day." said he to 
his friend Polonksi, "we shall be seated behind the house 
drinking tea. Suddenly there will arrive by the garden a 
crowd of peasants. They will take off their hats and bow 
profoundly. 'Well, brothers,' I shall say to them, what is it that 
you want ?' 'Excuse us, master,' they will reply ; 'don't get 
angry. You are a good master, and we love you well. . . . 
But all the same we must hang you, and him as well' (point- 
ing you out Polonski). 'What's that? Hang us?' 'Oh, yes! 
there is a ukase that orders it. . . . We have brought a 
rope. Say your prayers. . . . We can easily wait a little 
while.' " 

Mr. Lloyd has an even greater regard for one of the 
Russian writers of that day: 

It is a misfortune that these two great Russian writers 
should have been so antipathetic to one another. It is a 
profound misfortune that he who best interpreted to the 
Western world the soul of Russia should have been the per- 
sonal antagonist of the veritable confessor of that soul. For, 
whatever sombre, inchoate message wells up from the depths 
of the Slav's heart was Dostoievsky's by right of suffering, 
of punishment, of divination. He, and neither Turgenev nor 
Tolstoy, is the ultimate revealer of the wounded soul of the 
Slav who believed without reasoning, who divines without 
analyzing, who feels without knowing. And Turgenev knew 
in his heart, through all his gentle, penetrating irony, that 
this epileptic of genius was not at all a badly balanced 

Turgenev was not entirely captivated by the great 
Frenchmen, whom he met on equal terms : 

But the French spirit, though he appreciates its exquisite 
suavity and biting gayety, was alien from his meditative and 
ironical genius. The magniloquence of Hugo, especially, irri- 
tated him, and though he acknowledged him to be the greatest 
lyric poet of his period, he condemned him as a novelist. 
His personality was essentially grating to Turgenev. "Once," 
he says, "while I was at his house, we talked about German 
poetry- Victor Hugo, who does not like anybody to speak in 
his presence, interrupted me, and undertook a portrait of 
Goethe. 'His best work,' said he in an Olympian tone, 'is 
"Wallenstem". * 'Pardon, dear master, "Wallenstein" is not 
by Goethe. It is by Schiller.' 'It is all the same: I have 
read neither one nor the other; but I know them much better 

than those who have learnt them by heart.'" To this superb 
statement the author of "Smoke" made no reply. 

Though Turgenev did not like the man Tolstoy, and 
was not convinced of his sincerity in religious utter- 
ance, he appreciated his literary' work and regarded it 
with unqualified admiration. This is the way in which 
he introduced Tolstoy's first pages to a Parisian pub- 

"Listen," he said. "Here is copy for your paper of an 
absolutely first-rate kind. This means that I am not its 
author. The master, for he is a real master, is almost un- 
known ; but I assure you, upon my soul and conscience. . . ." 
Two days afterward there appeared in the Temps "Les Souve- 
nirs de Sebastopol," by Leon Tolstoy. 

In precisely the same spirit of disinterested kindness Tur- 
genev did his best to make Zola known in Russia. He used 
to boast, indeed, of having discovered the talent of Zola, 
though it was utterly antipathetic to Turgenev. 

The very latest success in the literary circles of 
France is proof that Turgenev's appraisal of the value 
of life studies was just: 

But before anything else in the world Turgenev was an 
artist. "Has any misfortune happened to you?" he said once 
to a friend. "Sit down and write 'This or that has happened, 
I have experienced this or that emotion.' The grief will pass 
and the excellent page will remain. This page sometimes may 
become the nucleus of a great work, which will be artistic 
since it will be true, actually lifelike." 

Flaubert was much impressed with the young Turge- 
nev. This, from his "Journal des Goncourts," gives a 
pen picture of the Russian: 

"Dinner at Magny's : Charles Edmond brought us Turge- 
nev, that foreign writer with such a delicate talent, the au- 
thor of the 'Memoires d'un Seigneur Russe' and of the 'Ham- 
let Russe.' He is a charming colossus, a suave giant with 
white hair, who seems to be the good genius of some mountain 
or forest. He is handsome, gloriously handsome, enormously 
handsome, with the blue of the heavens in his eyes, with the 
charm of the Russian sing-song accent, with that melody in 
which there lurks a suspicion of the child and of the negro. 
Pleased and put at his ease by the ovation that we gave him, 
he talked to us curiously on the subject of Russian litera- 
ture, which he maintains, from the novel to the play, to be 
regularly launched upon the waves of realism." 

There was no more welcome guest than he at No- 
hant, where he charmed George Sand, as he charmed 
others at dinners in the capital, but all this time his 
real affections were absent in the desolate steppes of 
his native country: 

The famous dinners were called "the dinners of the Hissed 
Authors." Flaubert, Alphonse Daudet has told us, was a 
member of this dining society through the failure of his 
"Candidat," Zola through the "Bouton de Rose," Goncourt on 
account of "Henriette Marechal." Daudet himself claimed 
right by his "Arlesienne." "As for Turgenev," he adds, "he 
pledged his word that he had been hissed in Russia, and as 
it was a long way off, we did not go there to find out." 

From the scenes of entertainment in Paris, the biog- 
rapher turns often to the pages of Turgenev's stories, 
and with rare perception discloses the secrets that they 
only half reveal: 

Russian scenes, scenes of his home and of those first breath- 
less transports of youth's guess at love, became for the 
moment more real to him than the actuality of age and the 
nearing menace of Death. In such moments he is really 
Sanin again, living over once more that far-off romance with 
the Italian girl at Frankfort. For, in moments such as these, 
the savour of life returns to him, so that in age itself he 
can renew without mockery the ecstasy of youth. But the 
bubble breaks only too swiftly, and in "The Labourer and the 
Man with the White Hand" bitter memories, also real enough, 
return to him. A useless idealist pleads for liberty, works 
after his fashion for liberty, and foolishly, uselessly, dies for 
liberty. And when he has paid this last nrice for the cause 
one of the genuine people exclaims to his comrade, "Don't 
you suppose we could get a bit of the rope he's hanged with ?" 

The heroes and the heroines of those sad Russian 
novels and sketches are compared with illuminating 
method : 

Turgenev believed in the final deliverance of the Russian 
soul, and that Turgenev expressed the faith that was in him, 
not through the lips of men, but through the lips of Russian 
women. They, these quiet, steadfast women, asking nothing 
for themselves, seeking only to give, they at least detect from 
the holocaust a white flame slowly piercing its way through 
all the concealing smoke. For them Turgenev has a rever- 
ence beyond mere words of praise. One after the other 
they come to him, in Baden, in Paris, in Russia, these 
heroines who are like no others in any other litera- 
ture, whispering to him the frozen secrets of his coun- 
try. In their presence the cosmopolitan analyst of human 
passion becomes a more veritable giant of the steppes, filled 
with one knows not what shy reverence before these exquisite 
women, who are telling him what Russia means. In no one 
of his books has it been the woman who has hesitated on 
the eve of action. Everything that Turgenev denied to his 
stricken heroes he granted abundantly to these blonde and 
candid daughters of the North, whose very love was insepar- 
able from sacrifice. 

Turgenev died in Paris. December 3, 1883, in the 
beginning of his sixty-sixth year. His body was taken 
to St. Petersburg at the request of the government: 

Four days later in the Russian capital the dead man's 
prophecy to Polonsky was fulfilled. "Wait a little," he had 
said, "and then you will see how they will treat us." His 
funeral, like that of his enemy Dostoievsky, was a national 
pageant of mourning. Turgenev, who almost all his life had 
been neglected by his countrymen, was followed to the 
cemetery by two hundred and eighty-five deputations, and an 
enormous crowd. He had returned to Russia at last for 
good, and, very fittingly, he was buried close to the great 
Russian critic, Bielinsky, who had understood him from the 

Few have studied life more carefully than Turgenev. 
though it was always Russian life and character that 
drew his serious regard. Few have studied with a 
seeming of less sunshine in the view, or written with 
less of its joy. His novels and sketches, even in the 
medium of a foreign tongue, lose none of their dis- 
tinctive qualities in rereading. 

Two Russian Reformers: Ivan Turgenev, Leo Tol- 
stoy. By J. A. T. Lloyd. New York: John Lane 
Company; $3.50 net. 


January 28, 1910. 


Missions and Modern Thought. 
That the nineteenth century by its scientific 
discoveries and the daring of its speculations 
effected a marked change in the attitude of 
Christianity towards missionary work is fully 
admitted by Professor Carver. Time was 
when the Protestant Church felt it had a sure 
anchorage in the Bible as the seat of au- 
thority, but the assaults of modern criticism 
have been fatal to that confidence. "We face 
the fact that theology has suffered a very 
serious shock from which up to the moment it 
has not recovered, and it is clearly evident 
that it can no more live the old life." Mr. 
Carver faces the new situation with frankness, 
not ignoring such a vital question as to 
whether the disintegration of Christian the- 
ology leaves any Christianity to preach. In 
this connection, however, he reminds his 
reader that it is not the function of the mis- 
sionary to teach dogmatics, and that "so long 
as reality and life and love are left, all the 
essentials of God abide, and the man who 
finds them stirring in his own soul has a mis- 
sion to all who look for light."' And as to 
whether there is any Christ left to preach, he 
finds that today he is "giving life to the world 
as never before."' Still, Mr. Carver is fully 
aware that adaptation to modern aims -is 
necessary, and he believes that it would be 
an immense gain, for one thing, for missions 
to be free from all association with the polit- 
ical ambitions and complications of national 
policies and international relationships. And, 
more important still, he urges that our age 
calls for a careful and searching review of 
the Christian message and of the Christian 
apologetic to be used on the mission fields. 

Missions and Modern Thought. By William 
Owen Carver. New York: The Macmillan Com- 
pany; $1.50 net. 

The Readjustment. 
One newspaper story does not make a 
novelist. The forgetting of that fact has 
been Mr. Irwin's undoing. His achievement 
in "rewriting" the dispatches from San Fran- 
cisco during the days of the fire, when his 
intimate knowledge of the old city enabled 
him to impart "local color" with a ready 
brush, has evidently been the compelling mo- 
tive in the writing of this story, but the ability 
to "rewrite" and the ability to create are not 
the same thing. Consequently for a novel 
this attempt is heavy reading, for the charac- 
ters are seen from the outside rather than 
depicted from within. Neither Bertram Ches- 
ter, nor Eleanor Gray, nor Kate Waddington 
is more than a lay figure, talking in a machine- 
like manner. Mr. Irwin is at his best in de- 
scribing the old haunts of San Francisco and 
will provide natives of the city with occupa- 
tion for an idle hour in the identification of 
the places labeled as Mme. Loisel's. the Hotel 
Marseillaise. Sanguinetti's, and the Cafe Zin- 
kand. The hero and two heroines, however, 
are somewhat of a trial all through, and it is 
practically impossible to become interested in 
their doings or sayings. This is specially true 
of the first-named, whose "freshness" makes 
him a constant irritation. Eleanor was well 
rid of such a life-mate. 

The Readjustment. Bv Will Irwin. New 
York: B. W. Huebsch; $1.20 net. 

The New New Guinea. 

By the apparently needless "new"' of her 
title Beatrice Grimshaw directs attention to 
the fact that since 1906 the British section 
of New Guinea has been administered by 
Australia. That change of government cer- 
tainly inaugurated a new era for the ninety 
odd thousand square miles of the island 
which is under British control. For example. 
while less than thirty thousand acres of land 
had been purchased or leased from 1884 up 
to 1906, more than three hundred thousand 
acres have found owners or occupiers since 
1906. In fact, the new New Guinea is now 
forging ahead at a great rate, attracting plant- 
ers and explorers in ever-increasing numbers, 
so that at no distant date it is likely to be 
an important section of the Australian Com- 

Few districts of the world offer so many 
inducements for men and women who are 
prepared to rough it or "do without" for a 
few years. Lands are given for nothing, 
actually for ten years, and at a trifling rental 
for long leases, and seeds and plants at cost 
price, and instruction and advice for the 
asking. At the same time land speculators 
are kept at a distance ; only serious and in- 
dustrious settlers are wanted. For all its 
many attractions of climate and fertile soil, 
New Guinea is a land to tax the efforts of the 
stoutest-hearted. "Stanley's journey to Cen- 
tral Africa was a mere picnic party compared 
with the lot of the New Guinea explorer." 
Yet there are large tracts of safe, known, 
and accessible country' waiting for settlement. 
And those who have the island-ownership 
fever may find paradises to their hearts* con- 
tent. There is one shadow, however, which 
Miss Grimshaw does not omit from her 
brightly ainted picture ; the Jap is intruding 
himself along the coast and among the 
s. 'He possesses charts of the Great 
Reef of Australia that make legiti- 

mate government surveys look foolish. He 
knows more than he has any business to 
know about Australian harbors." 

Whether for the prospective settler or the 
mere lover of travel literature this is a fasci- 
nating volume. Miss Grimshaw was on such 
good terms with the governor of New Guinea 
that she was able to visit all kinds of out- 
of-the-way places and see the natives at their 
best and worst. Such privileges were well 
bestowed, for Miss Grimshaw has turned all 
her experiences to good account and sets 
them forth in an attractive manner. There 
are also numerous photographs of the natives 
and typical examples of New Guinea scenery- 

The New New Guinea. By Beatrice Grimshaw. 
Philadelphia: T. B. Lippincott Company; $2.50 net. 

New Books Received. 

Howards End. By E. M. Foster. New York: 
G. P. Putnam's Sons; $1.35. 

A novel of London life, with much illuminating 
dialogue, and characters drawn to illustrate the 
clash of culture and modern materialism. 

Farina — General Ople — Tale of Chloe. By 
George Meredith. New York: Charles Scribner's 

The House on the Beach — The Gentleman of 
Fifty — The Sentimentalists. By George Mere- 
dith. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons. 

Volumes NXI and NNII of the Memorial edi- 
tion, handsomely printed on eye-resting, heavy 
paper, and bound in silk. Published by subscrip- 
tion only, at $2 a volume. 

The Pendulum. By Scota Sorin. New York: 
Duffield & Co. 

A story that transports its characters from New 
York to various scenes in Europe, and introduces 
some descriptions and reminiscences. 

The Lever. By William Dana OrcutL New 
York Harper & Brothers; $1.50. 

A novel of rather more than ordinary length, 
with its scenes in Washington and New York. Its 
characters arc American and its motives are con- 
nected with aspects of public life. 

Berenice. Bv E. Phillips Oppenheim. Boston: 
Little. Brown & Co.; SI. 25 net. 

Mr. Oppenheim is well known to novel readers, 
and this, his first story of 1911. will be welcomed, 
though it is said to he different from anything 
he has written. It is illustrated by Howard 
Chandler Christy and Howard Somerville. 

The Gift of the Grass. By John Trotwood 
Moore. Boston: Little, Brown & Co.; $1,50. 

A story of the Kentucky blue-grass country, 
assuming to be the autobiography of a racing colt. 
All lovers of horses will find interest and more 
in its descriptions, and in its illustrations. 


Story of Modern France. By H. A. Guerber. 
New York: American Book Company; 65 cents. 

A historical reader which gives the story of 
France from Louis XIV to the present time. In- 
tended for grammar schools, primarily, but it may 
well minister to the needs of busy adult readers. 

An Eastern Yoyage. Bv Count Fritz von 
Hochberg. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.; $10 

A journal of travels through the British em- 
pire in the East and South, and Japan. Twenty- 
five colored and forty-eight black and white illus- 
trations. Handsomely printed and bound. A rec- 
ord of personal experience by a close observer, who 
kept a diary and set down all the curious and 
interesting happenings of his journey by sea and 

The Cradle of the Deep. By Sir Frederick 
Treves. Bart. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.; 
S2.50 net. 

A popular edition of the eminent surgeon's work 
on the West Indies. It is illustrated with fifty- 
four reproductions from photographs by the author, 
and four maps. It is replete with historical remi- 
niscence as well as of spirited description of 
natural manifestations. 

Blake's Yision of the Book of Job. A studv. 
Bv Joseph H. Wicksteed. M. A. New York: E. 
P. Dutton & Co.; $2 net. 

This essay on Blake's poetical work is a thought- 
ful exposition, whose value is enhanced by the 
accompanying reproductions of Blake's illustra- 

Beckie's Book of Bastings. By Mrs. William 
Beckman. Sacramento, Cal. : Jos. M. Anderson. 

A collection of brief satirical and humorous 
paragraphs, for the greater part, with now and 
then a serious and pathetic diversion. Hand- 
somely printed on toned paper, and bound in 

The Photography of Moving Objects. By 
Adolphe Abrahams, F. R. P. S. New York: E. P. 
Dutton & Co. ; 60 cents net. 

A valuable manual for advanced workers with 
the camera. It is rich in suggestion, as well as 
in technical information. 

Madame de Pompadour. By Jean Louis Soula- 
vie. Translated from the French by E. Jules 
Meras. New York: Sturgis & Walton Companv; 
$1.50 net. 

Memoirs said to be drawn from the notebook 
of a Marechale, faithful, but hostile, as are most 
of the books relating to this great favorite of the 
king. Illustrated with seven fine portraits. 

The Great Illusion. A Study of the Rela- 
tion of Military Power in Nations to Their Eco- 
nomic and Social Advantages. By Norman Angell. 
New York and London: G. P. Putnam's Sons; 
$1.50 net. 

This work is issued simultaneously in the prin- 
cipal countries of Europe, as well as in America. 
It is said to be an original presentment of the 
case against war, not from the sentimental, but 
from the economic standpoint. 

The Provinces of China. With a Historv of 
the First Year of H. I. M. Hsuan Tung. " Re- 
printed from the Xational Review. Shanghai: 
The National Review. 

An invaluable gazetteer, with maps. It pre- 
sents a mass of information, much of which has 

been inaccessible. The historical chapter is com- 
prehensive. A good index is appended, and there 
is a brief bibliography of works on China. 

Forty Songs. By Richard Strauss. Edited by 
James Huneker. Boston: Oliver Ditson Company; 

This is the latest addition to the Musicians' Li- 
brary series, and it is timely and valuable. There 
are two editions — for low and for high voice. It 
is the first collection of Strauss's songs in America, 
and it has been compiled by a competent hand. 

A Lesson in Marriage. Play in two acts. 
By Bjornstjerne Bjornson. Translated from the 
Norwegian by Grace Isabel Colbron. New York: 

The translator's work seems to have been well 
done, and the drama is worthy of study. 

Californian Nights' Entertainment. By 
Charles Elmer Jenney. Edinburgh: Valentine & 
Anderson; 50 cents. 

A miniature volume of verse, beautifully printed, 
and bound in silk plaid. Illustrated with reproduc- 
tions of photographs of land and water. A charm- 
ing gift-book. 

A Compact Rhyming Dictionary. By P. R. 
Bennett. London : George Routledge & Sons; 50 

It is easy to praise the result of the labor put 
into this compilation, but it is not advisable to 
aid incipient poets who should find it most helpful. 

The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney. Edited with 
an introduction by John Drinkwater. London: 
George Routledge & Sons; 50 cents. 

In spite of its low price a worthy and attractive 
edition. The little volume will commend itself to 
all who admire that "gentle and heroic spirit." 

We of the Never-Never. By Mrs. .Eneas 
Gunn. New York: The Macmillan Company; 
$1.50 net. 

An entertaining record of a year in Australia, 
among the bush-folk. It is well illustrated with 
reproductions of photographs. 

Diary of a Refugee. Bv Frances Fearn. New 
York: Moffat, Yard & Co.; $1.25 net. 

As its title indicates, this is the actual setting- 
down by a Louisiana woman of her experiences 
in 1S62. It gives glimpses of intimate life on a 
great plantation in slavery times in the extreme 

The Life of Frederick Nietsche. By Daniel 
Halevy. Translated by J. M. Hone. New York: 
The Macmillan Company; $2.50 net. 

An intimate and admiring biography of the pes- 
simistic philosopher. His labor to make German 
prose modern is fully appreciated in this volume, 
which is a monument of thought and research. 

Douglas Jerrold and Punch. By Walter Jer- 
rold. London : The Macmillan Company ; $4 net. 

It would seem that the title alone is enough to 
stir the interest of all general readers. The son 
has written well, and from close acquaintance with 
his father's aims and achievements. The frontis- 
piece portrait is a notable feature of the volume. 

Asphodel. By Mary J. Serrano. New York: 
The Knickerbocker Press. 

A poem of 120 stanzas, that seems, in spite of 
its distinctive utterance, a bit belated in its ad- 
vent to a prosaic time. 

Huxley and Education. By Henry Fairfield 
Osborn. LL. D. New York: Charles Scribner's 

An address made at the opening of the college 
year at Columbia University in September, 1910. 

Margaret Fuller and Goethe. By Frederick 
Augustus Braun, M. A. New York: Henrv Holt 
& Co. 

Traces the "development of a remarkable per- 
sonality, her religion and philosophy, and her rela- 
tion to Emerson, F. J. Clarke, and Transcend- 

Industrial Accidents and Their Compensa- 
tion. By Gilbert L. Campbell. Boston: Hough- 
ton Mifflin Company; $1 net- 

This is the sixth in the series of essays in eco- 
nomics brought out by the prize offers of Hart, 
Schaffner & Marx, of Chicago. 


"A cake of pre- 
vention is worth a 
box of cure." 

Don't wait until 
the mischiefs done 
before using Pears' 

There's no pre- 
ventive so good as 
Pears' Soap. 

Established in 1789. 




$1 Y011 may only wish to purchase a moderate priced piano 
now. It will serve you for several years, but eventually you 
wiD want and will have a STEINWAY— the standard. 

4J We will tell you any of our less expensive pianos and 
asree to take the same in exchange for a STEINWAY 
any time within three years, allowing the fnll purchase 
price paid. 

C Moderate terms on any piano, even on the Steinway. 
Rent Pianos — Finest Stock— Best Rates 

Sherman JMlay & Go. 

Steam* and Other Pianos Player Pianos of all Grides 
Victor Talking Machines Sheet Music and Musical Merchandise 

Kearny and Sutter Sts., San Francisco 
Fourteenth and Clay Sts., Oakland 

Rov C. Ward 
Jas". K. Polk 

Tas. W. Dean 
Geo. E. Billings 




312 California Street. Phone Douglas 2283 
San Francisco, Cal. 



The paper used in printing the Argonaut is 

furnished by us. 


118 to 124 First Street, corner Minna, 

San Francisco. 


Sao Francisco 


January 28, 1910. 



Tales from the Old French. 
Isabel Butler's translations of typical lais, 
fabliaux, and contes of the twelfth and thir- 
teenth centuries make a volume of singular 
charm. They depart from the originals in 
substituting prose for octosyllabic rhyming 
couplets, but the prose is so musical and so 
faithfully quaint that the difference of me- 
dium does not matter. As illustration of how 
far the short story has traveled in its develop- 
ment or degeneration these examples from 
the earliest attempts of French tale-telling 
have great literary interest, but, apart from 
that, they are stories of inherent charm, full 
of the atmosphere of chivalry, and give the 
reader a "fresh sense of the time in which 
they were written, its feasts and tourneys 
bright with gold and vair ; its wars, its 
interrupted traffic and barter; its license, its 
asceticism : its prayers and its visions." How 
successfully the translator has caught the 
spirit of the olden time is illustrated by her 
description of the bird which is the subject 
of the first story: "Pleasant and delectable 
was that green tree ; and to it twice each day, 
and no more, came a bird to sing, in the 
morning namely, and again at eventide. So 
wondrous fair was the bird it were over long 
to tell you all its fashion. More small was 
it than the sparrow, yet somewhat greater 
than the wren, and it sang so sweetly and 
fairly that know ye of a sooth, not the night- 
ingale, nor merle, nor mavis, nor starling, me- 
thinketh, nor voice of lark or calender, were 
so good to hear as was its song. And it was 
so ready with refrains and lays and songs and 
new tunes, that a harp, or viol, or rebec were 
as nought beside it." In title-page, type, and 
binding the appearance of the volume is in 
artistic harmony with its contents. 

Tales from the Old French. Translated by 
Isabel Butler. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Com- 
pany; $1.25 net. 

Mazzini and Other Essays. 
Most of these "essays" are lectures. Two 
or three seem not to have been delivered in 
public, but the majority were framed for plat- 
form use. Hence they have all the defects 
of oral utterances, and especially of oral 
utterances of a markedly propagandist kind. 
Mr. Lloyd was an idealist of a particularly 
ardent type, and as a consequence his treat- 
ment of Mazzini, or William Morris, or the 
abstract themes of the other contents of this 
volume, is one-sided and far from judicial. 
At times there seems to be actual misrepre- 
sentation. Take the case of Mazzini. The 
Italian patriot did certainly talk a great deal 
about the "rights" of the people, but on the 
other hand he spoke with as much zest about 
the "duties" of the people. That, however, 
would not be gathered from Mr. Lloyd's lec- 
ture, and to that extent he misrepresented 
his subject. All the papers are marked by 
those extreme views for which Mr. Lloyd 
was well known, but it must be added that 
they are lively reading and are of value as 
representing a certain point of view. 

Mazzini and Other Essays. By Henry Dema- 
rest Lloyd. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons; 
SI. 50 net. 

Gossip of Books and Authors. 
There is a fine appreciation, "John Synge 
and His Plays," by Warren Barton Blake, in 
the issue of the Dial for January 16. Synge 
was a gifted Irish writer, who died at thirty- 
eight, but he left a number of remarkable 
dramas in evidence of his genius. Mr. Blake 
reviews his work, describes the conditions 
that attended its production, and selects with 
critical judgment some of the many brilliant 
passages that were set down by the dramatist 
in his short literary career. Synge's plays 
may well be commended to serious students 
of the drama, and some of them to the needs 
of American theatre managers. 

G. P. Putnam's Sons will publish early this 
year a volume entitled "William the Silent," 
by Ruth Putnam, author of "A Mediaeval 
Princess," "Charles the Bold," etc. This vol- 
ume of the Hero series is designed to sketch 
William the Silent in his human aspect with 
human inconsistencies and shortcomings. 

Two bills are being prepared by members 
of the Missouri legislature which provide 
for memorials to Mark Twain. One measure 
contemplates the purchase of the boyhood 
home of Mark Twain, associated with 
"Huckleberry Finn," which now stands with- 
in the corporate limits of Hannibal. The 
other bill provides ten thousand dollars for 
a monument. The Hannibal Commercial Club 
has announced that if the legislature will pro- 
vide a monument the citizens of Hannibal 
will furnish the most conspicuous point in 
that city for a site. This will probably be 
Lovers Leap, a bluff overlooking the Missis- 
sippi, which is close to the cave made famous 
in "Tom Sawyer." 

Gilbert K. Chesterton has written a study 
of William Blake which is being brought out 
by E. P. Dutton & Co. in their Popular Li- 
brary of Art. 

General H. M. Chittenden, L*. S. A., a grad- 
uate of West Point, 1884, who served as 
chief engineer of the Fourth Army Corps 
during the Spanish-American War, has writ- 

ten a book, to bear the title "War or Peace: 
A Present Day Duty and a Future Hope," 
which declares in favor of the discontinuance 
of war as a means of national adjustment. 
A. C. McClurg & Co. will publish the work 

Florence Barclay's "The Rosary" has un- 
questionably been the most popular book of 
1910. It has far surpassed all other books 
in consecutive appearances among the "six 
best sellers." The sales of the book have 
aggregated 250,000 copies, say the' publishers, 
G. P. Putnam's Sons. 

"The Stability of Truth : A Discussion of 
Reality as Related to Thought and Action" 
is the title of a new work by Dr. David Starr 
Jordan, to be issued soon by Henry Holt 
& Co. 

The first of a noteworthy series of articles 
by William Winter on "Shakespeare on the 
Stage" opens the February Century Magazine. 
It describes the individual conception and 
business of the more notable actors who have 
interpreted Hamlet. 

It seems a curious thing that the French 
Academy should continue to ignore the claims 
of distinguished women to membership in that 
high-purposed society. Anatole France said, 
recently, on this question : "I should call it 
perfectly legitimate for the Academie to elect 
women of talent and quality. Nothing seems 
to me more logical and traditional, and among 
the reasons that arise in my mind, as I ex- 
amine the question without previous reflec- 
tion, I see this argument at once: the very 
purpose of the Academie Francaise. What is 
that purpose? Unquestionably this: To con- 
serve Beauty and Tradition in France, to rep- 
resent genius and good manners, to associate 
them in a select company who thus incarnate 
the eminent qualities of this country, or at 
least what its founders believed to be its es- 
sential virtues. Now, woman is no stranger 
to good manners or French traditions; and a 
woman of talent, of nobility, of supreme dis- 
tinction, may well deserve a place in the com- 
pany who, in the eyes of certain people, rep- 
resent the flower of the French virtues." 

Captain Arthur H. Clark, author of "The 
Clipper Ship Era," has for fifteen years rep- 
resented the corporation of Lloyd's, London, 
at New York. He looks back upon a long 
career- of active service in the merchant ma- 
rine and his knowledge of clipper ships is 
derived not only from written and printed 
records, but from practical experience, he 
having as a boy shipped in a clipper bound 
for San Francisco and China. 

In the February number of Ainslee's Maga- 
zine appears a reprint of the first story ever 
published by O. Henry in any magazine. It 
is entitled "Money Maze." and appeared 
originally in Ainslee's for May, 1901. It is 
an excellent example of O. Henry's humor. 

The popularity of Admiral Evans's "A 
Sailor's Log" continues unabated. D. Apple- 
ton & Co. have recently put the book to press 
for the fifteenth time. 

Ian Hay, the young Scotch author who 
came into immediate popularity with Ameri- 
can readers last year through his two novels, 
"The Right Stuff" and "A Man's Man," is 
now in this country on a brief holiday visit 
to his publishers, the Houghton Mifflin Com- 
pany. He witnessed the New Year's Eve 
celebration in New York, to which city he is 
not a stranger, as may be inferred from his 
amusing description of Coney Island in "A 
Man's Man." He is a graduate of St. John's, 
Cambridge, and assistant master at Fetts 
College, one of the leading boarding-schools 
of Scotland. 

St. Valentine's 

Day Observance 

becomes more general yearly and 
"grown-ups" as well as "the kid- 
dies" are adopting this as another 
occasion for the sending of friendly 
greetings or messages of love. 

Missives — humorous, senti- 
mental and beautiful, to meet 
each individual need — are now 
on display for your selection. 



239 Grant Ave., between Post and Sutter StreetB 
Ssn Francisco 

All Boob that are reviewed in (he 
Argonaut can be obtained at 



Union Square San Francuco 

A $2,000,000 

You are invited to become a member 
of a two-million-dollar corporation. The 
reasons for establishing the Company, 
its objects, purposes and prospects of 
profit are set forth in a booklet we will 
be pleased to send you on request. 

The contract for the purchase of the 724-acre 
tract, now owned by the heirs of the late Adolph 
Sutro, has been assigned to the RESIDENTIAL 
FRANCISCO, and the opportunity for making 
what in our opinion will be not less than 300 
per cent on the investment, is now open to you. 

To have the title to this property remain in 
one ownership, and that a strong Company, 
which will improve it on broad and esthetic, 
and yet practical and profitable lines, has so ap- 
pealed to a number of the most influential citi- 
izens that they have subscribed in sums rang- 
ing from $5000 to $50,000 each. 

Any information you wish will be cheer- 
fully furnished by any one of the real estate 
firms who are co-operating in this deal, and 
whose names appear in this announcement. It 
will afford us a pleasure to show you over the 
property whenever it is agreeable and convenient 
to you. 

You will make a profitable investment by 
sending in your subscription at once. Subscrip- 
tions do not become effective unless 9000 shares 
of the stock are sold prior to February 27, 1911. 


$10 a share payable on or before January 31. 

$90 a share (final payment) payable when 9000 shares are sold, which 

presumably will be no later than February 27, 1911. 
All payments are to be made to the 
Mercantile Trust Company of San Francisco. 


Is necessary as the option has only a short time to run. 
Send for map showing suggested subdivision of property. 
Get the booklet giving details. 

To see the property by automobile, or for information apply to : 

Baldwin & Howell. 318-324 Kearny Street, San Fran- 

Also for information call upon any of the following real estate firms: 
Shainwald, Buckbee & Co., 27 Montgomery Street. 
A. J. Rich & Co., 121 Sutter Street. 
Lyon & Hoag, 636 Market Street. 
Von Rhein Real Estate Co.. 141 Sutter Street. 
J. W. Wright & Co., Mills Building. 

Harrigan, Weidenmuller & Rosenstirn. 345 Montgomery St. 
Behlow & Lucas, 205 Montgomery Street. 
Abrahamson Bros. & Co., 251 Montgomery Street. 
John McGaw & Co., 232 Montgomery Street. 
Guy T. Wayman, 232 Montgomery Street. 
Sterling Realty Company, 546 Market Street. 
Edwards, Brewster & Clover. Mills Building. 
Pringle Company, 357 Russ Building. 


January 28, 1911. 


There is a faint strain of foreignness about 
the performance of "The Chocolate Soldier" 
which it is rather difficult to place. I suppose 
it is a mingling of the Bulgarian atmosphere 
native to the play and a perception of the 
foreign nationality of one or two of the 
players. For the pretty little blonde woman 
who assumes the role of Nadina is called An- 
toinette Kopetzky on the programme, while 
Hon Eergere is the appellation — if theatre bills 
do not lie — of the buxom, dark-haired smiler 
that plays the role of Mascha. Furthermore, 
the opera, or operetta, or musical comedy, 
does not classify itself quite as easily as do 
most of these musical trifles that are meant 
only to amuse, although' we finally discover 
that it is opera bouffe. 

Remembering "Arms and the Man," as 
those of us do who saw Katherine Grey play in 
it with the very competent support of Robert 
Warwick and Harrison Hunter, we felt our- 
selves, during the preliminaries of the open- 
ing scene, in the attitude of spectators at a 
play. Then, suddenly, the music began — 
charming music, too — and the three pretty 
women on the stage seemed to be taking 
part in a light opera of the "Maritana" type. 

With the coming of the chocolate soldier, 
who, pursued by the Bulgarian enemy, bursts 
from the balcony into Nadina's maiden bower, 
we are suddenly switched back into something 
resembling musical comedy, with occasional 
relapses into light opera. But, on account 
of its Shaw origin, there is a coherency to 
the book of the play and a skillful winding 
up of threads not generally observed in mu- 
sical comedy. Nor are there elaborate dances 
and marches projected suddenly and unreason- 
ably on the scene. 

All of Mascha's coquettish dances seemed 
to bubble out of her through pure exuberance 
of temperament and a natural tendency to 
bedazzle and ensnare the nearest male. The 
military effects were entirely congruous to the 
story, as there is a search party in the first 
act minutely inspecting the pin-cushions and 
pillow-covers in Nadine's chamber for the 
missing refugee, and the return of soldiers 
from war in later ones. 

As I remember, in Shaw's play, the whole 
idea was to throw ridicule on conventionally 
romantic situations. A glimmer of this spirit 
appears in the first act, in which the choco- 
late soldier is unable to fight off the invad- 
ing slumber of fatigue, in spite of the pres- 
ence of lovely woman multiplied by three, 
with all three succumbing to his deliberately 
wielded masculine attractions. No doubt, 
when this piece was played on the continent, 
the situation in the first act, with its risque 
possibilities, was treated with that sparkle of 
wit and discreetly veiled audacity which so 
delights audiences abroad. But, as given at 
the Savoy Theatre, everybody concerned was 
in a thoroughly respectable frame of mind, 
even the matron of the subjugated trio, whose 
indiscretion went no further than smoothing 
the locks of the all-conquering refugee, and 
slipping her photograph into his pocket. 

This apparently insignificant act was con- 
tributory to the crux of the situation. The 
pocketed, garment was not Bumerli's (the cor- 
rect cognomen of "the chocolate soldier"), 
but belonged to Nadina's father. Aurelia, the 
aforesaid matron, with that all-pervading 
recklessness of wives concerning the comfort- 
ably aging garments of their husbands which 
hang in the closet, bestowed upon Bumerli a 
house-coat with three pockets. In each pocket 
was left a tribute by each of the enamored 
ones — a photograph of herself. And from 
each pocket was subsequently rescued by each 
of the three, a photograph which she fondly 
believed, at the moment of rescue, to be the 
one. Of course there was a mix-up, and 
amusing scenes resulted. 

Still, "The Chocolate Soldier" disappoints 
expectations in one respect. It is not quite 
hilarious enough. There are funny little com- 
plications, with resultant funny little scenes, 
which are permeated by ripples of laughter, 
but there is not sufficient occasion for steady 
hilarity, although the company is good, and 
the chocolate soldier himself is a very suc- 
cessful merriment maker. This role is as- 
sumed by John R. Phillips, who can sing, act, 
and gyrate amusingly around the stage. He 
is also a humorist, and shines gayly in the 
kind of dialogue employed by Bumerli, who 
is deficient in the bump of reverence, and 
practice*- toward women a cheerful imperti- 
nence v-nich mows them down like grain un- 
der the ^cythe. 

Eclmond Mulcahy, the basso, in the role of 

the conventionally outlined husband of opera 
bouffe, who amiably endures his wife, but 
sends appreciatively wandering glances toward 
everything else in petticoats, played it with 
big bursts of contagious laughter that won 
the favor of the audience and predisposed it 
toward a mood of gayety. 

Major Spiridoff, in the original play, was a 
particularly Shawesque creation. This char- 
acter, as gleefully outlined by G. B. S., sup- 
plied a type of the character which clothes, 
or, rather, in this case, arms, made the man. 
Spiridoff's uniform is a mere shell, with noth- 
ing human inside of it except vanity, and an 
imaginary aura of conventional bravery and 
gallantry surrounding the shell, which casts a 
glamour over foolish womankind. 

Opera bouffe, however, has somewhat 
changed this idea, and, as played by Harry 
Davis, Spiridoff becomes a mere self-admiring 
human phonograph, saying the things which 
a fatuously handsome soldier is supposed to 
say, and absorbing incense with a lordly air. 

The bouffe spirit is well maintained in the 
character of Captain Massakroff, a fiercely 
mustached warrior who loves to figure im- 
posingly in the safer, more peaceful scenes of 
bloody war. This character was given a very 
good make-up by Frank Belcher, who endowed 
the bristling warrior with a panoply of excel- 
lently foolish military self-importance. Mr. 
Belcher was complimented with a rousing 
home greeting by the audience, but although 
we detected satisfied smiles behind Massa- 
kroff's huge mustache, the doughty warrior 
refused to step down from his pedestal of 
gorgeous incapacity. 

Place aux dames. I don't exactly see how 
it was that the male actors, so far, have 
pushed themselves out of their proper place. 
Antoinette Kopetzky, who plays the lead, is 
small, plump, pleasing, and active. She has a 
fresh, pretty voice, plenty good enough for the 
role, as she climbs up the crescendo very 
satisfactorily in the popular romanza which 
all the cafe players have made familiar to 
the public. The little singer has an assort- 
ment of pretty attitudes which express a wide 
range of entirely womanly sentiments, suit- 
able to the heroine of a light-opera love af- 
fair. Quick, brisk, birdlike in her sudden re- 
lapses from one pose to the other, she was, 
on the whole, a little too pantomimic to cap- 
ture entirely her audience, yet, at the same 
time, was quite a fetching little figure. 

Both Margaret Crawford, in the role of 
Aurelia, the wife, and lion Bergere, as 
Mascha, revealed themselves possessors of 
pretty voices, and the three rendered with 
genuine melodious charm a number of trios 
and concerted numbers. 

Oscar Strauss's music, of course, has con- 
siderable individuality, and the many tuneful 
numbers that diversified the progress of the 
piece are much ahead of what we expected. 
The music has distinction, sentiment, and the 
quality of consistency with the text. The 
more serious numbers are full of appeal, and 
the lighter ones occasionally sparkle out into 
little bursts of roguishness which bring in- 
voluntary smiles. 

In spite of its many good qualities, the 
opera goes a little heavily during the first act, 
but it gains in lightness and gayety in the 
later acts, when bursts of laughter begin to 
break out spontaneously in the audience. 

The scenes are set with the splendor in- 
separable from the lighter order of musical 
entertainment, and the Bulgarian costumes 
and the characteristic mural ornamentation 
furnish an element of richly colored atmos- 
phere that appeals potently to an eye that 
dwells lovingly on glowing colors. 

Josephine Hart Phelps. 

The Symphony Society of Boston, its mayor 
and council, are at loggerheads with the 
women of the cultured city because they will 
not remove their hats when attending per- 
formances of the Symphony Society. Some 
time ago Boston passed an ordinance making 
it unlawful for women to wear big hats at 
public performances, and ever since the city 
officials, managers and ushers have been en- 
deavoring to enforce the law without suc- 
cess. The mayor threatens to take away 
the society's license unless women remove 
their hats. The women simply smile, and 
wear their hats. Society attends these aes- 
thetic performances ostensibly to hear the 
music, and also to show their good clothes. 
The officials will find it a very difficult prob- 
lem in their endeavor to divorce the two aes- 
thetics, a symphony in A minor and a sym- 
phony in a milliner's classic confection. The 
Boston society folk, like the English suffra- 
gettes, would rather go to jail than give up 
their rights as to personal adornment. At 
least, this is the view of an Eastern journal 
devoted to the millinery trade. 

"Why pay a man $600 a week to act," 
queries Frederick Thompson, "when he 
couldn't earn $60 a week in any other walk 
of life ? Two things have got to happen or 
there will be soon no such thing as the the- 
atre business. The prices of admission and 
the salaries of actors must come down. The 
best seat in any theatre should not cost more 
than $1. People could then get the lower- 
priced seats for practically the same sum that 
they now pay for moving picture attractions 
of the better class." 


I said to my heart one day as I lay 

Where the wind of the West blew in: 

"I will drink no more of the city's din, 
I will up and away 
Where the harebells dance on the hills, 

And the Jong, free spaces are; 
Where life is life; in the moil of the mills 

It is only dust and tar." 

And I plunged into the solitudes 
As a swimmer apant for the seas, 
And gave my soul to the wonder of these — 

To the fields and the woods, 

And the winds that never a man's cheek knew, 
And the heights where silence reigns, 

And sank my heart in the boundless view; 
Ah, God, the plains, the plains ! 

But often now as I lie where the sky 
Goes up from the leagues of grass, 
An infinite, passionless dome of glass, 

And the night climbs high, 

I see far away the lights of the bay 
Where the towers of Carnival shine, 

And I know that the city is out at her play, 
And it flushes my pulse like wine. 

Grass and grass and grass forever! 

Sky and sky and nothing more! 

To be cast on a desolate shore 
Where life comes never! 
To wake and feed with the steer and the steed, 

To go round and round on the range! 
If only the herd would stampede! 

Dear God, for a change, for a change! 
—Edwin Davics Schoonmaker, in Hampton's 

Magazin e. 

The Message of Age. 

I come to you to sing of happiness, 

Which many years I sought for in my soul 
As though it were some philosophic goal: 

I found it not, but only emptiness. 

And then I sought for pleasure in the press 
Of those delights no creeds or thoughts control, 
The beat of cymbals, and the foaming bowl, 

And, living madly, knew content still less. 

Yet happiness was here at hand for me, 
In cool and even contours of my room — 
With light just flowing from the sober north — 
And on the wharves where solemn steamers 

loom, . 
In all their mystery of going forth 

To taste the sullen splendor of the sea. 

— Fredegond Maitland, in London Nation. 

Ad Finem. 
I like to think this friendship that we hold 

As Youth's high gift in our two hands today 
Still shall we find as bright, untarnished gold 

What time the fleeting years have left us gray. 

I like to think we two shall watch the May 
Dance down her happy hills and autumn fold 
The world in flame and beauty, we grown old 

Staunch comrades on an undivided way. 

I like to think of winter nights made bright 

By book and hearth flame when we two shall 
At memories of today — we two content 
To count our vanished dawns by candlelight 
Seeing we hold in our old hands the while 

That gift of gold Youth left us as she went. 
— Theodosia Garrison, in Ainslee's Magazine. 

The Weaver. 
The Weaver, weaving in a silent room 
The iridescent web of Fancy's loom, 
That opaline and changing Cloth of Gold, 
For his soul's ransom, with his soul's sweat told; 
With reverent awe, with foaming of the lips 
He drew his dream forms from the black eclipse 
Of primal voids. He saw his work unroll, 
Compelled and guided by the Oversoul. 
He fed the loom thread after shining thread, 
His flying hand a Hand diviner led. 
Exulting colors, ecstasies of light 
Reft from some god on his forbidden height; 
All lights, all shadows and all melodies; 
All discords trumpeted by winds and seas. 
All evanescent odors that are met 
Within the faded chaplet of Regret; 
A devil's prayer, that blistered where it fell 
And hell smut drifted on the smoke of hell; 
A drop of sunlight from a dewy lawn, 
Spilled from the golden flagons of the dawn; 
A Saint's desire, more white than shining wool; 
The Scarlet Soul of the Sin Beautiful; 
Flotsam and jetsam drifted to his hand, 
Wreckage of all man's souls, from no man's land. 
And good or ill, his fingers wove it in. 
The god compelled; it ever must have been. 
He heard His trumpet from an angry height 
When the red lightning stabbed the heart of night; 
A deeper silence on the silence falls; 
A deeper shadow on the shadowed walls; 
God and the weaver and a silent loom, 
And shadows dripping blackness on the gloom 
Above his finished work; and over all 
God's Shadow thrown above him as a pall, 
Starlit, sun flaming, with its glooms unfurled 
Between him and the shadow of the world. 
And his work blossoms purple, gold and red, 
And the white face above it of the dead. 
The Weaver's web is woven; let him keep 
Between the eve and dawn his tryst with sleep. 
— S. J. Alexander, in Smart Set. 


A few seconds saved on every minute helps 

the traveling public. 

With deepest interest and much curi- 
osity the thousands who use street-cars 
daily in this city await the arrival of the 
splendid pay-as-you-enter conveyances from 
the East. The first shipment of the new 
cars is scheduled to arrive very shortly, 
and within a few weeks San Franciscans 
will be treated to a ride under conditions 
entirely new to most of them. 

Visitors returning from the East speak- 
in flattering terms of the P-A-Y-E sys- 
tem, as it is popularly termed beyond the 
Mississippi. It was conceived by the 
street-car companies with a view to solv- 
ing, as far as possible, the problem of 
congestion and quicker and better service 
for the public. How well it has accom- 
plished this object is best attested by the 
manner in which these cars are replacing 
all others in New York, Chicago, Cleve- 
land, Philadelphia, and elsewhere. 

The same problem confronted the 
United Railroads right here at home. 
San Francisco, with a rapidly growing 
population, to say nothing of the many 
thousands of trans-bay people who cross 
to this side daily, augmenting the number 
of street-car travelers, has kept pace with 
the enlargement of the traffic system, de- 
spite the fact that fully 400 new cars have 
been added since 1 906. Large and well 
equipped, they proved ideal for the service 
to which they were dedicated, but, ever 
enlarging, ever advancing, keeping the fu- 
ture of San Francisco in sight, the United 
Railroads, after watching the operation of 
the pay-as-you-enter system work out suc- 
cessfully in the East, at once placed an or- 
der for eighty of the latest type of these 
cars, and as fast as they arrive, they will 
be commissioned to assist the hurrying 

The new cars enable passengers to en- 
ter and exit with more speed and much 
less crowding than at present. Gaining 
time is a concomitant of the present-day 
busy life, and the humble street-car, which 
plays its part in doing in four minutes 
what was formerly done in five, has at 
the end of the day largely increased its 
usefulness and enabled a far larger num- 
ber of people to be carried to their desti- 
nations than ever before in a given time. 

Another feature of the pay-as-you-enter 
cars is the station of the conductor. He 
will always be on the rear platform, to 
give information and to insure the safety 
of passengers boarding or leaving the car. 

Particularly pleasing to the public will 
be the electric signal push buttons. They 
will be located between all windows, and 
when desirous to leave the car, one simply 
presses the button when half a block from 
the corner of the block. 



HaiB office: MILLS BUILDING, San Francisco 


Palace Hotel, San Francisco. Hotel Alexandria. Los Angeles. 
Hole] del Coronado, Cornnado Beach. 
Correspondents: Harris, Winthrof & Co., 25 
Pine St., New York; 3 The Rookery, Chicago. 

Telephone Kearny 2260 Cable address, ULCO 

Union Lumber Company 

Redwood and Pine Lumber 
R. R. Ties, Sawn Poles, Etc. 






A General Banking Business Transacted. Accounts of Individuals. Firms, Corporations and Banks Solicited 


Owned by ihe Stockholders of Mercantile National Bank of San Francisco 


Authorized to act as Executor and as Trustee in all capacities 



January 28, 1911. 




From a three-column New York Evening 
Post review of "Konigskinder," the new opera 
by Engelbert Humperdinck, produced Decem- 
ber 28, for the first time on any stage, at the 
Metropolitan Opera House, some significant 
paragraphs are chosen, to show the impor- 
tance and character of the work. The re- 
viewer says that it is a greater work than the 
popular "Hansel and Gretel." 

"Its heroine is a goose-girl. Her pedigree 
is uncertain, like that of Melisande. The 
hideous witch who stole her as a child, and 
with whom she now dwells in a lonely hut 
in the forest, maliciously asserts that she is 
the hangman's daughter ; but her appearance 
and actions indicate unmistakably that she is 
of noble birth. Just as she is becoming old 
enough to love, there comes along another 
"Konigskind," a young prince, who, prefer- 
ring adventure in the forest to the artificial 
etiquette of court life, accidentally comes to 
the witch's place of abode. She happens to 
be absent, having gone into the woods to 
gather poisonous herbs and toadstools. Be- 
fore leaving, she had expressed her contempt 
for the Goosegirl : 'You will never be a 
witch !' Yet the prince finds her bewitching, 
and she, who has never seen a man in all her 
life, promptly falls in love, too. They drink 
alternately from the spout of the fountain ; 
their lips meet, and the mischief is done. 
He tears the wreath of white flowers she has 
on her head, and offers her in its place the 
crown he has taken along on his flight; but 
when she tries to elope with him the witch's 
spell paralyzes her limbs and prevents her 
from escaping into the forest, and he, taunt- 
ing her with preferring her geese to him, 
leaves angrily, just before the witch returns 
with her venomous load. 

"The test of a good libretto is that the 
story must tell itself on the stage to the eyes 
of the spectators. In the 'Konigskinder' the 
plot does thus explain itself, with one un- 
avoidable exception. The next incident is un- 
intelligible without a knowledge of the text, 
or the ability to understand what the char- 
acters who now appear on the stage are say- 
ing. These characters are a Spielmann, or 
town fiddler, a Woodchopper, and a Broom- 
maker. They have come as ambassadors to 
the Witch from the community of Hella- 
brunn, which, wishing to have a king, wants 
to consult her as to the best way of getting 
one. She answers : 'At your festival to- 
morrow, the first that passes through your 
gate, be he rogue or changeling, let him be 
your king.' " 

The end of the opera, as of most operas, 
is tragic. After many misadventures to- 
gether the children die in the forest, and the 
snow covers them. They are found, when 
too late, and carried away for a royal burial. 

"Even in a brief summary the reader can 
not fail to note the poetic charm and pathos 
of this story and its suitability for a musical 
setting. In divining this suitability, and mak- 
ing the best possible use of it, Engelbert 
Humperdinck has given to the world the 
greatest operatic work that has come from 
Germany in nearly three decades — since the 
production of 'Parsifal' in 1882. 

"Musicians will marvel for years over the 
superb skill shown in the 'Konigskinder' 
score — over its composer's almost Wagnerian 
genius in creating characteristic leading mo- 
tives and modifying them in outline, color, 
and mood, according to the situation. He 
also follows the example of Mozart and Wag- 
ner in citing a theme from one of his own 
operas; when the Broommaker and the Wood- 
chopper knock at the Witch's door, the or- 
chestra plays the witch motive from 'Hansel 
and Gretel.' The gem of the whole score is 
the introduction to the last act. 

" 'Ernst Rosmer's' libretto is a master- 
piece, free from the glaring absurdities that 
abound in most of the 'books' that composers 
have to content themselves with, and full of 
fanciful touches. The mere reading of it, 
without music, will, as in the case of the 
'Lohengrin' text, bring tears to the eyes. 
Add to this Humperdinck's emotional music 
and Geraldine Farrar's pathetic acting and 
singing, and the effect is irresistible. If you 
have tears, prepare to shed them now. Both 
after the dress rehearsal and the first public 
performance there were many reddened eyes. 
One well-known composer confessed that he 
had wept for the first time in ten years. 
'Ernst Rosmer' is the pseudonym of Frau 
Max Bernstein of Munich. 

"Even Madame Butterfly is not a more 
congenial or touching role for Miss Farrar 
than this new one, which suits her both vo- 
cally and dramatically. From her first ap- 
pearance under a great tree, rosy, beautiful, 
delicately blooming in spite of the Witch's 
cruelty, to her last under the same tree, when 
fate has been even more cruel than the witch, 
and the lovely child has changed to a pale, 
sad-eyed woman, she touches every heart. 
Miss Farrar conveys very beautifully this 
mental development from girlhood to woman- 
hood, through love and suffering, and, weak 
as she has become from hunger and cold, her 
courage still holds out to cheer the beloved 

"Twice recently the Metropolitan manage- 
ment has given opera-goers splendid pictures 
of snow-peaks towering above forests, and 

each has been absolutely characteristic, the 
first of the Sierras with their giant redwoods, 
the second of Alpine peaks with steep and 
pine-clad snowy slopes. In both cases, too, 
the changes of light were equally natural and 
beautiful. In the first act of 'Konigskinder' 
a realistic Alpine glow was followed by the 
equally realistic pallid gray, which always ap- 
pears before the secondary paler fose, and 
this again was followed by a lovely night sky 
and the illumination of crescent moon and 
stars, cold and ghostly. The last scene was 
equally beautiful, the trees loaded to break- 
ing with snow, the steep hills covered deep 
with white, and the witch's cabin a sadly di- 
lapidated wreck of its former self. The fall- 
ing of the star in the first act, and its illumi- 
nation of the dying flower, and the fluttering 
of the hungry doves about the witch's cabin 
in which the poor Spielmann had taken up 
his abode, in Act III, were cleverly managed." 


"The Girl in the Taxi" begins its second 
week of success at the Columbia Theatre next 
Monday evening. The musical farce is one 
of the merriest diversions the Columbia has 
offered recently. That it strikes a popular 
chord is proved by the overwhelming au- 
diences which congregate at each perform- 
ance of the piece, and it is sure that before 
the close of the local engagement patrons will 
be turned away unable to secure even standing 
room. The complications and laugh-producing 
situations in "The Girl in the Taxi" are too 
numerous to mention. It is a farce distinct 
in tone and character, and a vehicle of hilari- 
ous fun and pungent satire. Aside from these 
acceptable favors, "The Girl in the Taxi" 
makes a special appeal with its assortment 
of song hits and the manner of its brilliant 
production. Pearl Sindelar appears in the 
title-role. Her gowns never fail to bring ad- 
miration from the feminine portion of the 
audiences. Bobby Barry has the role of 
Bertie Stewart, the unsophisticated youth who 
pawns his father's clothes to further his de- 
sires in keeping appointments with Mignon, 
the girl in the taxi. Nicholis Judels, who was 
last seen here with Blanche Walsh in "The 
Test," gives a perfect portrayal of the French 
waiter, Alexis, at Churchill's cafe. Harry 
Hanlon, as Bertie's father, presents a flaw- 
less interpretation of the gay married man. 

"The Chocolate Soldier" will begin its sec- 
ond and last week at the Savoy Theatre Sun- 
day evening. The Strauss comic opera and 
its interpreters are reviewed at length else- 
where in this isse. The interest and thorough 
appreciation shown the first night have grown 
steadily, and the production will leave fragrant 
memories. The fine orchestra brings out the 
charm of Strauss's music, and deserves men- 
tion as a feature of the entertainment. Mati- 
nees Thursday and Saturday. 

The programme for next week at the Or- 
pheum is headed by Harry Tate's original 
English Company, which will present its 
famous comedy "Motoring," a timely skit on 
the present automobile vogue. This satire, 
which is genuinely funny, illustrates the ad- 
ventures of a regular "A-Haw" British club- 
man who goes out for a spin in his motor-car 
with his simple son Ronald and a language- 
murdering chauffeur, who doesn't know a 
sprocket from a carbureter. A breakdown 
on a desolate country road leads to the fun- 
making, in which passers-by and an inquisi- 
tive country lad add to the comedy situations. 
John NefF and Carrie Starr will contribute an 
entertaining skit. Neff is one of the best 
eccentric comedians in vaudeville, and Miss 
Starr is a lively and engaging actress. Mme. 
Vallecita's leopards will be an interesting in- 
cident of the new bill. The beasts are full 
grown and perform in a cage built of alumi- 
num. They present a marvelous exhibition of 
animal training. An extraordinary feature is 
the musical novelty introduced by them. 
Hugh Lloyd, "king of the air," will be a novel 
attraction. He presents himself as a British 
"middy" and looks singularly out of place on 
the springy rope without the aid of balancing 
pole or umbrella. Next week will be the last 
of Charles B. Lawlor and his daughters, the 
Victoria Four, Borani and Nevaro, and Clay- 
ton White and Marie Stuart in George V. Ho- 
bart's slang classic, "Cherie." 

It is not unlikely that "The Girl in the 
Taxi" will remain at the Columbia Theatre for 
a third week, as the great success of the farce 
has brought out the biggest demand for seats 
noted in a long time past. 

Following "The Chocolate Soldier," James 
T. Powers will begin a brief engagement at 
the Savoy Theatre on Sunday evening, Feb- 
ruary 5, in the great musical comedy success, 


— — *•*• 

The John Craig prize offered to the under- 
graduate in Harvard or Radcliffe who should 
submit the play considered best worthy of 
production, has been awarded to Miss Flor- 
ence Agnes Lincoln of Charlestown, a special 
student in Radcliffe College. Her play is en- 
titled "The End of the Bridge," and it is a 
domestic drama of modern American life. 

Miracle Plays at Stanford University. 

One of the most unusual and picturesque 
performances ever given at Stanford will be 
the staging next week, Friday and Saturday, 
of three old English miracle plays by the Eng- 
lish Club of the university. The plays are 
"The Salutation," "The Second Shepherd's 
Play," and "The Play of the Three Kings," 
and they will be produced in exact reproduc- 
tion of the original method, the only departure 
being the use of the indoor stage with scenery 
of the same description as that used by Ben 
Greet instead of the wagon used by the orig- 
inal actors. Costumes and setting are to be 
historically correct and every detail has been 
worked out with reference to old descriptions 
and pictures. The plays all deal with the 
general subject of the Nativity, and a comedy 
interlude is supplied by the Shepherd's play, 
which is one of the best of early farces. 

A special performance will be given on 
Saturday afternoon, February 4, at 2:15, for 
the benefit of residents of nearby towns. 
Tickets may be obtained from Miss Ruth 
Sampson at Stanford University and are $1, 
75 and 50 cents. 

Pepito Arriola, the Boy Pianist. 

The twelve-year-old Spanish pianist, Pepito 
Arriola, has certainly captured musical San 
Francisco, and another large audience will 
gather at Christian Science Hall Sunday after- 
noon at 2 :30 to hear his wonderful playing. 
Seats are on sale at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s 
until five o'clock Saturday, and the office at 
the hall will be open Sunday after ten a. m. 

The programme on this occasion will in- 
clude Beethoven's "Sonata," Op. 2, No. 3, 
a group of Chopin works, consisting of the 
Valse in C sharp minor, Mazurka in B flat 
major. Etude in D flat major, and Ballade, 
Op. 23 ; Leschetizky's "Octave Study," "To- 
cata" by Jonas, and Liszt's "St. Francis Walk- 
ing on the Waves." 

Arriola has made such a wonderful success 
here that Mr. Greenbaum is negotiating for 
some return concerts. 

Bernhardt's Women. 

William Winter, still the sanest and best 
equipped of dramatic critics, has a forceful 
summing up of Sarah Bernhardt's qualities as 
an actress in the current issue of Harper's 
Weekly. Here is a paragraph from his 
article : 

Sarah Bernhardt, as an actress, within her 
natural field, is a wonderful performer, even 
a genius. But that natural field, unhappily, 
is one of morbid eccentricity, and the better 
its most typical images are presented the less 
desirable they show themselves of being pre- 
sented at all. Representative embodiments by 
this actress are Frou-Frou, Fedora, Floria, 
Theodora. Gismonda, Cleopatra, Magda, Cesa- 
rine in "La Femme de Claude," Izeyl, and 
Blanche Marie in "La Dame de Challant." 
No spectator was ever benefited, cheered, en- 
couraged, ennobled, instructed, or even ra- 
tionally entertained by the prospect of those 
embodiments, or any one of them, and it is 
beyond reasonable dispute that the exhibition 
of them has exerted a deplorable influence. 
No person acquainted with the subject has 
ever denied the merits of Mme. Bernhardt's 
acting: it is the duty of the critical observer 
to specify and define them. They are, in 
brief, the ability to elicit complete and de- 
cisive dramatic effect from situations of hor- 
ror, terror, vehement passion, and mental an- 
guish ; neatness in the adjustment of mani- 
fold details ; evenly sustained continuity ; 
ability to show a woman who seeks to cause 
physical infatuation and who eenerally can 
succeed in doing so ; a woman in whom 
vanity, cruelty, selfishness, and animal pro- 
pensity are supreme ; a woman of formidable, 
sometimes dangerous, sometimes terrible men- 
tal force. The woman of intrinsic grandeur — 
the woman essentially good and noble — she 
has not succeeded in portraying. "Nature s 
above art in that." Queen Katharine and 
Hermione, for example. . are characters be- 
yond her reach. Her inadequacy in this rela- 
tion was clearlv shown by her presentment of 
Phredre. She has never truthfully depicted 
a woman who trulv loves. She never could 
have given a veritable personation of Imogen, 
or Viola, or Juliet, or Rosalind. 

Albert Chevalier, the music-hall favorite, 
was born in 1861. He did not sing a coster 
song in public till the revival of Byron's 
"Aladdin" in 1888, and he did not make his 
appearance in a music hall till February 5, 
1891 (says Walter Prichard Eaton). Previous 
to that appearance, which altered his whole 
career, and seemed at the time, indeed, to 
promise the alteration of the English music 
halls. Chevalier was a successful character 
actor. He acted with the Kendalls as early 
as 1879. He appeared in Pinero's "The Mag- 
istrate." He supported George Alexander. 
He even sang in musical comedy. Yet when 
he appeared in New York this month in the 
leading role of "Daddy Dufard," of which 
he is also the author, in collaboration with 
Lechmore Worrall, the newspapers referred 
to his "debut in the legitimate drama," know- 
ing nothing whatever it would seem, about 
his early career. 


Francis Wilson will be the first of the 
Charles Frobman stars to come here this win- 
ter. Wilson will make his appearance in the 
comedy success called "The Bachelor's Baby," 
one of the delightful stage works of the day. 

Sigmund Beel's Violin Reciials. 

Sigmund Beel, "our own California violin 
virtuoso," who for the past fifteen years has 
been gaining his laurels abroad, will give two 
concerts at Christian Science Hall under the 
management of Will L. Greenbaum. The first 
of these is announced for next Thursday 
night, February 2, when, with the able as- 
sistance of accompanist Gyula Ormay, the fol- 
lowing exceptionally interesting programme 
will be given : "Sonata" in D major, Handel ; 
"Concerto" in A minor, Vieuxtemps ; "Sonata" 
in G minor, Bach ; "En Batteau," Debussy ; 
"Minuet," Handel; "Prelude and Allegro," 
Pugnani-Kreisler ; "Rhapsodie Piemontese," 

The second concert will be given Sunday 
atternoon, February 5, when the "Chaconne" 
by Vitali, "Concerto" by Saint-Saens, a Bach 
"Sonata," "Two Irish Airs" by Esposito, and 
numbers by Novacek and Kosloff will com- 
prise the programme. Seats will be ready 
Monday morning at Sherman, Clay & Co.'s. 

Oakland music lovers will hear Mr. Beel 
next Friday afternoon, February 3, at Ye 
Liberty Playhouse, at 3 :30. Seats will be 
ready at the theatre box-office only next Mon- 


"Madame Sherry" will visit San Francisco 
late next month. The music of the musical 
comedy has been a good recommendation 
for it. 




Safeit and c 

Between Stockton md PoweD 
magnificent theatre in America 

Week Beginning This Sunday Afternoon 

Matinee Every Day 

in "MOTORING," a satire on automobiling; 
BORANI and NEVARO; New Orpheum Mo- 
tion Pictures ; Last Week, Immense Hit, 
in Geo. V. Hobart's Slang Classic, "CHERIE." 

Evening prices, 10c, 25c, 50c, 75c. Box 
seats, $1. Matinee prices (except Sundays and 
holidays), 10c, 25c, 50c. Phones — Douglas 70, 
Home C 1570. 


^b^ The Leading Playhouse 

Phone* Franklin 150 Home C 5 783 

Tonight, Sunday Night, and 


Matinee Saturday 

Was the Sensation of Paris 

Now the Sensation of San Francisco 

A. H. Woods presents 


Xceeding the speed limit 
"Everybody laughed, sometimes they yelled 
and sometimes they screamed." — Examiner. 
Prices: $1.50, $1, 75c, 50c, 25c 

| McAlHSTER, nr. Market 
Phones: Market 130 
Home J2822 

Beginning Sunday, Jan. 29 

Second and Last Week of 

The Whitney Opera Company in 


The Humor of Bernard Shaw and the Famous 
Music of Oscar Straus. Opera Comique 
Orchestra of 35 
Night and Sat. mat. prices, $2 to 50c; spe- 
cial Thurs. mat., $1.50 to 50c. 

Note — "The Chocolate Soldier" will not ap- 
pear in Oakland. 

Starting Sunday, Feb. 5— JAMES T. POW- 
ERS, in "Havana." 


Sacramento and Scott 



The Boy Pianist 
This Sunday aft. Jan. 29, at 2:30 

Seals S2.00, $1.50. S1.00, ai Sherman. Clay Sc Co.'s. 




Next THURSDAY EVE. Feb. 2 

and SUNDAY AFT, Feb. 5 

Seats 52.00. SI. 50. S1.00, ai Sherman Clay & Co.'s. 

Mail-orders to Will L. Greenbaum. 


Next Friday aft at 3:30 

Sleinwiy Piano. 



Racing every Week Day, Rain or Shine 


First Race at 1:40 p. m. 
Admission— Men, $2 - - - - Ladies, $1 

For special trains stopping at the track, take 
S. P. Ferry, foot of Market St; leave at 12 
m., thereafter every 20 minutes until 1:40 p. 
ra. No smoking in the last two cars, which 
are reserved for ladies and their escorts. 

PERCY W. TREAT, Secretary. 


January 28, 1910. 


Those who have quite naturally believed 
that the aborigines of New York would tol- 
erate anything should mark the uprising 
against the hatpin. The trouble is really a 
part of the subway problem. Just as all roads 
lead to Rome, so all grievances can be traced 
back to the overcrowding on the main artery 
of metropolitan traffic. 

There are circumstances when close prox- 
imity with the eternal feminine is not a 
grievance, but then, on the other hand, it 
may become a positive terror. The New 
Yorker is by no means ungallant. The fact 
that so many of his fellow-victims are women 
has caused him to stifle his resentment 
against a packing process that would wring 
protests from a sardine, but when the peril 
of positive mutilation has been added to that 
of compression he finds a voice at last. To 
say that the worm will turn is to misuse 
metaphor. No worm could turn in the sub- 
way, if current reports speak truly. 

The New Yorker says he can tolerate the 
hatpin anywhere but in the subway. So long 
as he has a sporting chance of escape he 
will, say nothing, but he has no chance here. 
From the corner of his eye he sees four 
inches of glittering steel and he knows that 
nothing can save him if the woman in front 
should turn her head. She certainly will turn 
her head presently, and he will be raked 
fore and aft, whatever that may mean. She 
may get both his eyes at one fell swoop. 
She may plow her victorious way across his 
forehead or open up a channel of communica- 
tion between his mouth and his ear. She is 
pretty sure to get him somewhere, and he 
will not be able even to staunch his honor- 
able wounds until he reaches the street. One 
victim testifies that he had never really 
prayed, at least not fervently, until he faced 
the hatpin in the subway. Deathbed repent- 
ances are never much anyway, and he got 
the point across the left cheek. 

Therefore there is to be an ordinance, and 
at this sign of relief there is an outpouring 
of testimony from poor abject wretches all 
over the city. Metaphorically speaking, they 
are showing their wounds and invoking 
vengeance from the civic gods. And yet 
some of them are almost apologetic. They 
would never have said a word about it if in- 
sult had not been added to injury. Have not 
men shed their blood for women in all ages 
and been proud of it? And they will do it 
again, but they must have the compensation 
of sweet sympathy and gratitude. 

Take, for instance, the case of John Mc- 
Laughlin, who writes to the board of alder- 
men. Now, McLaughlin is as chivalrous a 
soul as ever breathed. If chain mail and 
lances had not gone out of fashion he would 
be wearing them at this moment and rescuing 
maidens from giants and doing all the de- 
lightful stunts that we read about in mediaeval 
idylls. But the times are against McLaugh- 
lin. All he can do nowadays is to give up 
his seat to the modern maiden and get the 
whole arctic north squeezed into a glance for 
his reward. This is what happened to Mc- 
Laughlin on the subway, and more, too. He 
and his son gave up their seats to two women, 
who not only omitted the formality of thanks, 
but one of them "got" him in the neck with 
her pin. McLaughlin says the blood ran for 
ten minutes, so that his painful distress se- 
cured for him the feminine attention denied 
to his courtesy. In point of fact the women 
laughed. Not only did they laugh, but they 
asked the conductor to eject McLaughlin 
from the car for disorderly conduct. It 
would have served him right, too. What ex- 
cuse can there be for a man who permits 
himself to bleed in the presence of